Like a knife she cuts
the tension
carves a morsel
morbid
silenced and deadly
from the ache in the air.
You don't see her smile
curved like a blade
edged sharply
to mark your skin.
Watch the jungle.
Watch the plains
and surfaces slick.
Watch her serve the poison
slice by slice
sandwhiched neatly
by the tension in the air.
(c) Molly Elian 2008
About Me
- Molly
- I'm somewhere in my 20's, newly married to an Egyptian and learning to navigate the tricky corridor of meshing myself and my life completely into someone else and their life; although it helps immensely that he is the awesomest human being that I ever got a chance to call my own. I'm kind of obsessed with Islam, not in a stuff it down other people's throats way, but in a fuzzy-it-makes-me-happy sort of way, I go a bit nutty for palm trees, and I'm really just trying to figure out how this whole grown up life thing goes. And all in hijab.
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