You did say my worst trait was how much I knew by Zawal Amr
I know,
You want to see and be seen.
Too long, your eye has betrayed you.
A squelching ball of fluid: What use do you have for me?
And I do not beat my own heart anymore.
I buried it next to yours
Long ago.
I pressed it into your right palm,
Hallelujah! I pressed it into your right palm.
And for a moment,
I was holy.
You were drunk,
And said you longed to feel
Something so deeply,
It would constrict your throat, force itself down its narrow walls.
Penetrating the muscle,
A thorn sharp enough to heal your guttural mess.
You were drunk.
On love, or
Helplessness.
Whatever writers feel.
And I snuck out the backdoor,
No heart and all apology.
And I swear to god, the ceiling came crashing down on me,
That night i
Learned that one yank is all it takes.
This would stay with me forever,
Each time I sat in a car,
Each time I searched my face in the waters
And each time I called upon eternity,
Avenging what once resided
In my very breath.
Author Bio: Zawal Amr is a 17-year-old writer from Pakistan. Her work explores notions of identity, longing, and womanhood, and is constantly trying to outdo herself every day!