There are shadows haunting my dream. The blood drips laced in ice. The fire within, a trembling leaf, I coil in my shell away from the light in the tumultuous sea. It rains horror and acid burning my parched skin. There are unhealed wounds with little lives taking their origin. I am broken, wounded, barren, naked but fertile for the little creatures who reside in the crevices of my peeled flesh. I wish this nightmare to end or the termination of myself.
Sheereen Fatima found her love for literature in her school library. Books became her best friends and writing a medium to express. Please read more of her writing at The Lightening bug and visit her on Instagram @sheereen_f.
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