War, Love, and Art

War, love, and art

Nothing matches the atrocity

I’ve done to my own self

In the hope of death

I found the arms of an ambiguous woman

Dying slower than life

I’ve crawled on my paws

Smearing blood spots

Touching my own face

While imagining hers

Life, hope, dreams

Nothing matches the atrocity

I’ve done to my own self

Pushing myself away

In the drops of a Dead Sea

Throwing stones at my own reflection

Erasing all hopes from my lips

Living every dream and killing

Killing all the birds in my brain

Sitting with my hair opened

Pins broken and birds dead

In the empty garden of my life

War, love, and art

Nothing matches the atrocity

I’ve done to my own self

-Komal Bukhari