Slivers
frozen pain tincture fills an unfilled bottle
ideas run out like water from tap,
frayed nerve endings under softest tissue
or wants and wills in clouds disjointed
tree crowns flourish like fireworks
each a different shape or size
some days I sit in grass trying to find center
flies and ants disturb swat disturb swat
to proceed I must process all unprocessed emotions
find lightning where there is none—
the softest of us needed to find cover
to shelter from this emotionless world
I have long hid from pleasure
who do we turn to when there is no one?
when insides and outsides don’t see eye to eye?
they say success is for those who dream
but I am always dreaming…
I gather my pain in slivers.
Hedayat Reda is an Egyptian experimental writer and blogger (girlwithoneearring.com) who dabbles in different genres and styles. She uses writing as a way to figure out the world and give voice to the voiceless. Her work has been published in 433 online magazine, Promethean Literary Journal, and on the Womena website. Hedayat lives in Egypt with her family and dog Milo.
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