25.3.15

25.3.15

I remember an iron grasp

Gliding against a terrifying wind

We curled up beside their wings

Mother your demons are filling up the closets

They sneak up on us in our sleep

Father do you think I can’t see

Feathers in the basement

Finding them under my feet

Guardian angel, do you hurt?

Did you burn your wings

Shielding us from the world

But you’re broken now

You’ve broken everything

 

 Momina Arif

 

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