You did say my worst trait was how much I knew by Zawal Amr

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I know,

You want to see and be seen.

Too long, your eye has betrayed you.

A squelching ball of fluid: What use do you have for me?

And I do not beat my own heart anymore.

I buried it next to yours

Long ago.

I pressed it into your right palm,

Hallelujah! I pressed it into your right palm.

And for a moment,

I was holy.

You were drunk,

And said you longed to feel

Something so deeply,

It would constrict your throat, force itself down its narrow walls.

Penetrating the muscle,

A thorn sharp enough to heal your guttural mess.

You were drunk.

On love, or

Helplessness.

Whatever writers feel.

And I snuck out the backdoor,

No heart and all apology.

And I swear to god, the ceiling came crashing down on me,

That night i

Learned that one yank is all it takes.

This would stay with me forever,

Each time I sat in a car,

Each time I searched my face in the waters

And each time I called upon eternity,

Avenging what once resided

In my very breath.

Author Bio: Zawal Amr is a 17-year-old writer from Pakistan. Her work explores notions of identity, longing, and womanhood, and is constantly trying to outdo herself every day!