Subterranean

This cavernous room of aching red.

A throb that I can’t feel in my head.

Packed deep beneath an airtight seal.

I intend to leave it be, to heal.

The farther away from me, the better.

And yes, I realise it might fester.

They say hate spreads and taints your existence.

Frankly its a risk I’m happy to take, hence

don’t expect to ever seize anymore from me.

I’ve locked it up and thrown away the key.

I’m done, we’re done, it’s done, its over.

You’ve been buried deep, six hundred thousand feet under.

-Sarah Ahmed

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16 thoughts on “Subterranean

  1. ’m done, we’re done, it’s done, its over.

    You’ve been buried deep, six hundred thousand feet under……….

    wow……..I bet not yet, your words will linger and resound .
    powerful writing, Happy Potluck!

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