
unwritten by Zaïnab El Meziani
unwritten
Zaïnab El Meziani
Edited by Nabiha Qureshi
my words i speak them
and sing all of me
i breathe them
with suffocating lungs
i stand in the middle of nowhere
and write them
i then break them and hide them
under a sad sunset
and all of the sepultures
could never paint my agony
when i bury my soul
in the fearful woods
i become the child of
rhymes that have never been
i am now death
behind the eyes of pain
i dance alone in the darkness
of silent nights
feeling the truths of
my prosaic drawings
tasting the bitterness of
this void once so sweet
silence, speak
speak for my blood is cold…
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