Mireille Eid



I walk the sunrise
my body takes a form.

Wobbling crows on cliffs
plunge for the bulging eyes
the sea has expunged.

The winds are restless.

I sculpt thin shadows in the sand,
for waking is the sister of pain.
I watch white tongued waves devour them
for a while.

Only froth is left behind.

I walk the sunrise
my mind takes a form

Limbs of hardened jelly fish
hang from driftwood,
my neck
and patiently waits for its reward.

The sky is dry

I listen to the growl of sanity
for bliss is the sister of ignorance.
And I steal the smell of sleep
for a living.


©Mireille Eid


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