By Nadia Irshād
New Paragraph
within the square she's drawn with a twig in the sand
grows a gnarled weed of disfigurement rooted in a ruptured heart
seeded in covetousness
magnified by the cold snap that devastated the original vine
the weed flowers but for all the watering she does rarely sprouts a bud
fixated on the luscious blooms of her exotic neighbour