Blind, Deaf, Dead
The fog has surrounded my beloved.
My beloved, thy beloved.
Thy beloved, thou I have slain,
Thy beloved, thou drops trail lightly beside thy cheek.
Thy beloved; thou sword caresses thy lingering breath.
Aye, ache upon ache resonating serenely.
Painful, how painful!
Delicious, how delicious!
Thy beloved is cruel,
Thy sin is crueler.
Thy heart is cruelest.
Thou, oh, thou!
Deliciously cruel.
Thou, oh, thou!
Deliciously sinful.
Tease thy hands, tease thy bloody red hands!
Take them!
Take them!
Take them!
Thy shall bow!
Thy shall bow!
Thy shall bow!
Take them! Thy shall bow!
Take them! Thy shall kill!
Take them! Thy shall slay!
Wisps of Familiar Woods
"Amma!" Khalid speaks, descending rapidly from the stairs as he clutches his phone in his shaking hand. "Amma!"
He hastily enters the kitchen, tripping over that blasted rug Aunty Ummayah 'considerately brought for her struggling sister in these harsh, struggling times' the other day.
Ah. He remembers the gory details of that particular night.
That particular, peculiar, awful night.
"How pitiful, Zainab," that wretched woman had wailed as her eyes had flicked toward Khalid and his irreversible scowl, "that your only son should turn out to be a kaafir! Ah, my vision clouds with satanic thoughts whenever I see his shaven face! Oh, where is that martyred beard? I shall pay my condolences!"
He grits his teeth and sends it an accusatory glare.
He blames it for the ill-omens that surround his pathetic life.
Yes, yes, blast his pathetic life!
Blast the woman who cannot hold her black soot!
Sweep it under the rug, if you may! But, beware! Do not dust it upon another's house!
Oh, how the vase placed upon the mantle before him seemed appealing at the moment! The sharp, distinct curvature! The delicate flare between the edges!
If....he could just have given it a little push....smack that horrid woman and her devilish tongue! He would've attained peace!
And Amma would've held her head up high.
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