Quiet at Last

by nourayasmine   Dec 3, 2020

Touch me,

I am turmuric and lemongrass.
My body is
fleeing sand and
graves of

I am scared of time,
of watches and
clocks and last moments,
of holding a hand
on a hospital bed.

I am not dead yet,
still questioning when I was ever alive.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Skyfire

    The last lines are so poignant here! To be afraid of death is to take a hard look at life. I hope you find your true moments of living.

  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is absolutely divine. The vulnerability and humanity of being scared of time, realizing you are not dead yet, and perhaps wanting to feel full of life in some way. Because you don't know when that will happen again. There is so much depth in this, even in the two words of "touch me". This read to me as wanting the moment to last, so you're not reminded of your mortality, of your time ending. Feel as much as you can while you still CAN feel kind of thing.


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