Absolute Existence // Saima Hussain

Masking beneath the crisp of my skin,

Devouring on my exquisite ichor,

It is alive,

My fear, my angst of losing you.

I yearn for the similar quietude,

The sanity of the heartless world I dwelled in,

I can’t be a prisoner,

The prison, the stockade of undesirable thoughts.

Slithering through my persona,

Mutilating my very existence,

Life piercing through my heart,

Its claws, the talons of reality.

I silence my very soul,

The quiet is killing the stillness inside me,

Your voice soothing the struggle,

The sound, the softness brings me back to you.

Absolute Existence // Saima Hussain

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