One of the Sad Days

by nourayasmine   Jul 28, 2020

Thursday grabs me
by the chin,
glares at my eyes
for minutes before
tightening his fist, and
spitting insomnia in
my coffee mug.

The image of that house
in my head. Walls
like old skin. Loud love.
Turmeric and oud smells.
Your face in the light
of the fireplace. Your lips
and laugh lines. The yellow
backpack on the kitchen chair
waiting to go with you back
to the battle.

My heart, like a worm
swimming in salt, still
thinks of you.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Skyfire

    Ooof, that last image just makes me shudder. Incredibly interesting to read.

  • 5 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    oh my! this is just an epic piece of poetry!

  • 5 months ago

    by nourayasmine

    The prompt was include three objects in a poem:
    Coffee mug, yellow backpack, worm.

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