If you've thought about the insidious violence of the coloniser's tongue, of how something you can love so much could gut your heart from the inside out, if you've ever loved a borrowed tongue enough that your mother slipped away, I wrote this for you
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The Sen had a curious saying in their musical language they fluted out using their tongue pipes. Ahsa an nira. The land knows you. As Mhyrsa stepped outside Kannari’s only landing pad, she smelled th...
