Letters From Medea

by Salma Deera

in your dream, you are jealous of tragedies. and the truth is, we all want our own tragedy, because life is pale without it. we want the teeth, the screaming, the survival that comes with it.

listen girl, you will survive this–you will. but what fool said you had to do it silently? here is a tip–scream

someone’s going have to send a search party for the grip i’ve lost.

‘i have lost love; it went out for a cigarette break and i haven’t seen it since.’

‘love is what happens when you are full of war.’