"
lies upon lies
waves upon waves
tugging, pulling, clawing, grab
at whatever little air, oxygen
is left for me to breath,
urging me to give in, to stop
- resisting.
"
***
"Sakina?"
My husband's voice echoes in my brain.
Waiting.
(Wasn't now the point my legs give way?)
(Shouldn't I have fainted from shock already?)
(Isn't now the part the two men forget their differences and rush to my aid?)
(Why hadn't I fainted yet?)
(Was I really still, calmly, standing, dumbfounded, staring?!?)
After taking a deep breathe,
and whispering a Bismillah, the words,
"
Hubsy,
thisisAmmar,
mybrotherwhowentmissing.
Ammar,
thisisHubsy,
myhusband,
"
fall in steps, from my lips.
The two of them look at each other.
Then glance back at me.
And the thought occurs, how strange it is,
that neither of them have lunged for each other's necks yet.
Isn't that the logical protective thing to do after all when you see a stranger in your house?
I almost wish someone would say something to destroy the suffocating silence,
Clawing its way at my lungs,
- until I don't.
And just when I thought the silence couldn't be more deafening,
it's cut, by a truth I almost wish I was deaf towards hearing.
"We've met."
.
A/N: and the plot thickens.
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drafted thoughts (30 Days Challenge/CPN)
Conto[ "What if I found a way to express myself without ever having to actually talk? What if I could share my thoughts without ever having to speak them?" ] Sakina Resilense always seems to have so much to say, but never seems to be able to find the co...
