I walk with my hands around my body,
my lungs giving up, my heart is sinking too.
I walk with my hands clutching a book,
a ghost running around;
scaring off the lovely thoughts
in my head.
I lay on my floor, hands covering my face-
ripping apart my body,
ripping apart my skin,
ripping apart my soul.
I trace lines-
on my carpet,
on my hands,
on my wrists.
I pretend I am asleep,
my mother's lips speak-
words I can not comprehend;
I murmur words I do not understand.
The ghost invisible under my skin;
filling me with nightmares,
hair tied back, face painted,
a smile on my lips; not reaching my eyes,
with my hands around my body.
TEXT: MOUZA SAEED