Mother is a good storyteller Like when she says Daddy is dead But I know he isn’t, He stands in the corner of our little room, Littered with glass bottles spilling red And the opalescent shards of a broken woman And he smirks when she hits me Because he got away, and I couldn’t
Rumaisa Maryam Samir is a sixteen-year-old poet based in Karachi, Pakistan. She spends her days writing poetry and coming up with ideas for novels that she never gets around to penning down. Find more of her poetry on @wo.ven¬_wo.rds on Instagram!
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