Your memory still binds me to my sheets

It has me by the heart

The sensation trickles down to my feet.

Even as I drift away to sleep

Reminiscence admits no defeat.

But a storm has begun

brewing inside my eyes,

A hurricane in disguise

awaiting the perfect moment

to annihilate the very

thought of you from my thighs.

Yours, I am not, never again will be

Our ship is sinking into the sea

I need not your arms to salvage me;

The taste of death will set me free.




Author: Kalia Attal

I am an aspiring investigative journalist with a single dream: to save the world. It may seem impossible, but I believe knowledge promotes tolerance, and tolerance breeds empathy, kindness, and compassion. Love is the cure for Earth's cancer.

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