CatalystA Poem by Nadia ZahranRipping the catalyst out of my palm so that I can feel
something real So that my bone can brush up against my check and slice So that all of this nonsense wasn’t for nothing I can’t seem to find normalcy appealing I fight it tooth and nail with everything I have The little that I have left surrounds me Drowns me in its aura Suffocates me until my lungs are completely filled with
water Just one small incision will remove this catalyst One small incision and I can be human again I cut a “V” into my palm and start digging for that menace
as blood drips down my wrist Emptiness seeps The catalyst is nowhere to be found Drenched in blood I needed that To remind me I’m alive © 2018 Nadia Zahran
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StatsAuthorNadia ZahranFerndale, MIAboutMetro Detroit poet trying to get back into the scene, as writing is my one true love. more..Writing
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