OCTOBER 2020
I don’t know why I’m afraid. I haven’t been hurt but I act that way. Something must have happened in my past life. You see, it’s for the better He doesn't see me this way. Yet five days later I’m the first to complain: “Why can’t I find the right guy?” I wrote your name on my wrists. Sharpie red, your lasting kiss. Your love is my anchor, It’s only pulling me deeper. It’s so toxic But you intoxicate me. I’m praying, begging one day you’ll set me free But you always have to remind me, no one will miss me.
WRITTEN BY
Reem Abumeri ILLUSTRATIONS BY
Megan Mullaly
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