Your laughter echoes alive in the back of my mind
And your fumbled words lay heavy on my chest
Lifeless, my heart beats
Silently, my voice shrieks
And unbearably, my flesh depletes
I lay and bleed in broken colors
And within these colors you find me, alive
Struggling
Shivering
Breathing
Yearning,
For a hand to hold
For an embrace to call home,
For a murmur that can carry me upon a cloud,
Taking me places where I could venture and I could roam
You indulged in my remnants as if they were your own
You showed me the sun and when the sun hit my broken colors
I let her melt me into one
The colors that scream my name and leave my monsters untamed
those that were festering within
leaving mold under my skin
ripening my sickening self
The sun filled the cracks engraved upon my flesh with her golden hues
I ought to burn in embers
Of what remains of my fractures
As you enveloped my brittle heart
Bestowing upon me what remains of your warmth
I radiate in darkness
And brightness is what I became
By Malak Abouzahr
Malak Abouzahr is a literature student and a poet. She fell in love with poetry and books in her early childhood, and ever since she devoted herself to literature. She tries to express herself in poetry and art as freely and as wholly as she can.