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Lonely nights make my anklet whisper secrets. Sometimes I sit in my big house with my hijab still wrapped tight. My anklet sounds louder when no one’s here. It slides up my leg when I cross my thighs. I feel my own wetness under the hijab and wonder who would notice the way my legs keep moving. Loneliness makes my body feel awake, like it’s waiting for hands that never come. I don’t say much about how long I stay dressed. Or how my thighs keep pressing together like they are hiding secrets. My heels stay by the door. I keep looking at them, thinking how different they would feel if someone watched me put them on. Sometimes I want silence. Other times, I want it broken by a breath against my skin. I write because it’s the only way I let someone in when I am alone. If you want me to keep writing about my lonely nights, you can support my work.
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