a kiss of Death at 4 am

Written by: Maya Kaabour

Woke up from a
nightmare 
at 4 am

clenched on to 
my cold sheets
and stared at the
dead stars
in the ceiling

looked to my right
and gave my
sleeping sister
a peck on the
cheek

she woke up
scared for her life

I don't blame her.

being a poet is 
-inevitably-
a curse as much
as it is
a blessing;
our emotions 
always burst out
at
the
wrong
times.