Henna Faith
Trust me and sit still don’t breathe too loud,
Or you’ll ruin it— hold your hands out
Trace your flowers gently and follow the pattern
The lines are thin, there must be a reason.
They cross over each other; Filling the void,
Do not worry, my love there always is a greater design
The colours will deepen Prayers stain my palms.
Ayesha Fatima is a medical student from India. Her work is inspired by the pathology of poetry and prayer; she loves to dissect the small cracks filled with glitter and gore that streak through an otherwise mundane existence. She spends her time doodling in the margins of her textbooks and keeping her basil plants alive.