“The Destiny Tree” by Hibah Shabkhez

The destiny tree,

Dark gnarled and secretly wick,

Claws at you and me

Across eye spaces

Twisting phoenix-glass specks prance

Bloated toad-faces

Yearning for their ilk,

Bucking the frothing cream foam,

Words spurt like hot milk

Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Wellington Street Review, Black Bough, Nine Muses, Borrowed Solace, Ligeia, Cordite Poetry, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.

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