By Ibrar Sami At midnightthe two of uscame to a haltupon the same line.Inside the darkness,a cockroachmoved through the dark—carrying its tiny world along.You suddenly screamed,“Cockroach!”—the word itselfseemed to deliver a verdict.Under the pressure of a foot,language shattered.In a silent explosion,there appeared upon the flooran inverted sky—where walls begin to walk,and windowsstare like eyes.Thinking the … Continue reading Grammar of the Night
