Pushed further ahead,
Stranded in the last curve of a mysterious life
I can feel the itchiness of confusion in my throat
as if the world burns around me
It’s nothing like before, time is playing tricks
my intestines shrink with your disbelief in me
as I voraciously bite down
an imperialist, usurped
possibility of love
in between my clenched jaw
I hold it tightly in my fist
But sand slips
tiring me of life, desire, and anything nice
ricocheting between love and loss
I find my headless head
looking for you
Afaf Janjua
