konkubines of dictators
exploring the past
Thursday 2 January 2014
Sniff
They can sniff your foreignness, you don’t need to open your mouth, they know. They sneer and you know you are a frog from another pond never quite here. She goes out only at night, when the shadows merge the living with the dead.
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