i am coming for you homs

throat

to be a syrian in exile is to be in a constant state of blood and revolution on my tongue

to write n walk n breathe n laugh

w the bodies of martyrs family prisoners the ‘missing’

the children our children our children

piled in ur throat i want to hold them in my throat i want to hold you in my hands but u slip between fingers and rubble 

untitled (translated by nahrin youkhanna)

i say

i am coming back to you homs

i am coming back and i beg,

please stay for my return.

i wish i could have known to write love letters on ur walls

so u could have something to read in ur destruction

- tala e