Mireille Eid



When your love for a man
slices your tongue to shreds
and the silence
bruises your lips


When your love for a man
drills a hole in your head
and blood is spraying your walls


When your love for a man
turns your shroud inside out
and calls on you to die
slowly once more.


Then it’s time for you
to search for your hands
Find them and swallow them.
Beneath scarred skin


They will reach your heart.
Pull at it, throw it
but don’t sit and wait
Stagnant blood no longer floods your veins


Go and dive


Go and fly


The wind is your wing
the sun your aim.


©Mireille Eid


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