Her Square of Fear
A hypnotist
softly speaks.
Heavy eyes lids,
Butterflies behind her eyes,
Slow heart beats,
Soft breaths,
Memories…
She was in a Riot.
It seemed to be intense.
A Revolution has started,
And everything was a mess.
In The streets of Egypt,
The Smell of tear gas
Was suffocating,
Tears were shed,
Eyes were blurred.
She found herself at last
In Tahrir square,
Full of anger,
Full of fear,
And death was everywhere.
She now remembers why
She has been afraid to leave the house
For more than a whole month.
She has been afraid to watch the news,
Or even the political shows.
She remembered how many people lost their eyes,
And how loud she heard their cries.
She suddenly screamed,
and was wide awake.
A hypnotist
A silent room
Reality…
Submitted to (Picking up the Broken Pieces) Contest
27/10/2012
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