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.