unwritten by Zaïnab El Meziani

unwritten Zaïnab El Meziani Edited by Nabiha Qureshi my words i speak them and sing all of mei breathe them with suffocating lungsi stand in the middle of nowhere and write themi then break them and hide them under a sad sunsetand all of the sepultures could never paint my agonywhen i bury my soul in the fearful woodsi become the child of rhymes that have never beeni am now death behind the eyes of paini dance alone in the darkness of silent nightsfeeling the truths of my prosaic drawingstasting the bitterness of this void once so sweetsilence, speakspeak for my blood is coldspeak for my heart is a lieand my lungs are smokeand i cannot leave my words to the suni need to see featherswriting my songsi need to feel your sighti need to beMore from Zaïnab El Meziani ↓@zainabelmeziani on InstagramHer book Matters of the Heart: A Chapbook of Love Poems is out nowYou can read more of her work on her website: www.zainabelmeziani.comZaïnab El Meziani on Substack