8.4.15.

What did you ask for when the day was out?
When the bridges of red brick
Fell to clay
And then nothing
Like make-believe

I’ve had you there in the back of my mind
I’ve had you there all this time

And this will take me out
The way we’ll always end up being casualties in their moments of clarity

And this will make me into something else
The way I rise from pieces of me
I haven’t seen before
Now I know where it hurts the most.

Momina Arif.

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19.8.15.

Remember the days when the waves could less than tug the cliffs at their feet.

And the nights when the turmoil of the tide couldn’t tear but a pebble in its might

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