Roseena Veronika Hussain

‘The grief trumpets its triumph. It is raving. It craves violence for expression, but can find none. There is no end. The drowning never ceases. The water submerges and blends, but I am not dead. O I am not dead. I am under the sea. The entire sea is on top of me.’

– Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept