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Story of Two Swans mating Endlessly in the Shadow of storms

I put two fingers in my mouth and scream as far as it will take me. My pillow a riverbank, the crying I do performed facedown. This is tonight. Enough for tonight. Tomorrow I will mourn some more, even without tears I am mourning every aching bit. I feel the people inside me disappearing, I am a matryoshka doll who has lost those all enclaved carved and buried within. Emptiest ornament, meant to be killed, later kissed. suddenly, the need to be fucked comes violently to my head, like an unbearable question, something sinister hiding an answer more upsetting. Who could do it? Shake me till an inch of my life, and then some. Or press on my kneck, moving like a harmonica. Inconvenience, ripped apart my legs dry the way it was done to me before, and the reason i say no. Why is control so important to you? I die at 16 and that’s the end of the narrative.

Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish