Yellowing
Years passed, full of curses
on the prayers born with me.
In this journey, the prayers paled
along with my tongue,
for the sour and fear
I had against giants
on this yellow earth.
I came home
to the yellowed prayers,
but not my tongue.
on the prayers born with me.
In this journey, the prayers paled
along with my tongue,
for the sour and fear
I had against giants
on this yellow earth.
I came home
to the yellowed prayers,
but not my tongue.
About the Author
Hanin Ramadhani (any pronouns) is a 23-year-old writer based in Indonesia. Their works have appeared in Trash to Treasure Lit, Unstamatic Magazine, and Asam/Garam. Besides writing, they enjoy experimenting with make-up, headbanging to metalcore songs, and (occasionally) cooking. Find them on Instagram/Twitter: @mortalpoems.