Author: Tharwat Abaza

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Wildfire

I would listen to the words that fall out of your brain onto your tongue and get shot out of your lips. I would listen as the sounds that get formed by your vocal...

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To My Child

I doubted wanting you. There were times when the thought of you terrified me, there were times when it made my mind restless and my blood run cold. I liked picturing how you would...

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The Pure Light Of The Sun

The sun catches you off guard once again. You are still in that skin, lying on the sheets of dead cells, forgotten dreams, and terrible ideas. You miss things that you should not miss...

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I Ran

I told him to not talk for a while for his tongue— so thoughtless and so sharp— moved my world, bruised my world and for a while, he didn’t. But how could one ask...

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I Sang To The Monster

  I sang to the monster on my back the night it latched itself on me. My voice broke a thousand times, but I kept on singing for it to sleep. It stopped, its...

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I Cease To Exist

I cease to exist when you start to think and formulate ideas and dictate your words, when you talk about you and all you restlessly wish to do— the brilliant, prospering things. I cease...

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Musical

There were nights when she had asked to touch my scars and I let her walk a mile or two on my body, into my heart. It was dark and negligently cold. I remember...

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You Need To Cry Sometimes

You need to cry sometimes. You, as a human being with myriad drawers and shelves of misinterpreted emotions and eaten up words and actions, need to cry sometimes. The world can be too much...