By Sabila Siddiqui
Out of the heart’s cavernous longing,
She stumbled upon the gates of an embellished soul.
Dreams sat on the mantelpiece,
Constructed out of sturdy words of trust,
Next to kindness and respect.
He would pull the fire out of his heart,
Blanketing her in warmth
And place her among the stars in his eyes,
Gazing upon the twilight.
He became the city
She wanted to live in,
Every place she wanted to rest her pain in.
She became familiar with his geology,
His psychology and biology,
As they became her sanctuary.
But the wallpapers have now peeled,
And she has been invaded.
Her door is trampled
And the windows shattered
As the hurricanes whirl winded
Curtains are pulled shut
To conceal the tear-stained floors,
Allowing no soul to peak.
Confined out of the
Carving off her rib cage
Bring about the drought on her tongue,
Thorns in her throat,
And knots in her stomach.
The meadow of soft grass
Is now dry and withered,
As she gazes upon the starless sky,
Memories climb up her spine
Settling into the attics of her mind
As her skin collects dust.
The memories that hugged the walls
Have now rusted and tainted,
As the house she knew
Was no longer on her map.
But with the passing time of collecting dust,
Light peaks between the crevices.
The interior of her mind
Is changing as the
Curtains are pulled apart
And the floor takes a peak
Of the fiery red hues that
Infiltrated old life anew.
And a bookshelf of wisdom now placed,
She constructs a home
Out of rubble and bricks of agony;
She becomes her home.
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Sabila Siddiqui is a desert-raised islander with roots in Pakistan. She is currently pursuing her bachelors degree in medicine and values the importance of outreach in medical care. She is also passionate about the visual arts and writing.