THE TOMB OF MIRRORS
There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul
He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece
Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before
He pulls me down into the Earth
And I am submerged into the sea
Filled with thousands of faces, faces I know ,but none of them I recognise
He caresses my face with his palms, softer than petals of a rose
And then ,he hold my hands so tightly that I see my veins and
drop by drop my blood drips in the ocean
But I hold him back with every bit of my strength
And I listen to my screams he eats the flesh on my body
Using every ounce of strength in the skies and the stars, he opens the insides of my stomach
To reveal my intestines and all I see is….
Shame ,shame and so much shame and so much guilt
That it transpires very bit of light around me
And for the very last time I kiss the sea back
Copyright © Nuha Saleha | Year Posted 2025
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