In Sickness and in War

by nourayasmine   Sep 2, 2021

Now I tuck you in. Your hands
are warmer today.
Your vitamins are helping.

I look at your eyes rem-sleeping,
the meadow of your dreams
grows wider than our bed.
Stars queue in your sky, the way
mothers with hungry children would do,
for subsidized breadcrumbs.

Now, the morning is due in an hour.

They could never ration
the light of your laughter.


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Jordan

    Another win! I wonder why....could it be because you're incredibly talented?

    Yes. That's exactly why.

    This piece is the definition of sombre. I feel a sense of muted hope in your words. It's there but hidden under thick layers of tragedy. But it's there. And that's what matters.

    Love you, friend <3

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