My country cries over 

burnt flags,

borders,

the birth lore of gods,

not the bodies of desecrated dead girls;

My country says I am a Goddess. 

Day One Location: Lanka Lanka is burning behind me. An entire empire made up of gold is now turning into ashes and a ghost. I try to calm myself, sink deeper into the leather seat of Ram’s Land Rover but fire and war both have a smell that demands attention one cannot avoid. “That was […]