Seems like the softness in her voice has gone,
her hands now scaled in years,
like tectonic plates pushing on each other,
ruptures formed,
now rippling through her voice,
I hear her death,
in her choking I hear what was taken,
I find her struggling,
at the lips she softens,
asks me how I am,
wants to hear more,
again emptiness is spoken,
as if they don’t actually listen to my words,
as if all I spit is moths from my mouth,
but again I let it past,
for they are drowning in a whirpool,
curdling at the mouth of the innocent,
jinns and taweez’s place their hands over her forehead,
I hear her hair is also shedding,
I then wonder why bad happens to the best of people,
the good of people,
the bible of humans,
she cried to me about her Dad the other day,
silence, as I told her that there was beauty in death,
and the concept of time never passing,
always present,
told her that I cry now nine years later,
the same as I did back then,
that she has to be stronger,
that she cannot just exist,
she then hung the call,
because her children called,
just about living,
I see her just about existing,
She called again the other day,
she never calls though,
she was frothing at the mouth again,
How are you doing,
whats new,
again I have nothing to say,
my own pain engulfing my body,
suffering for sins I never committed,
but then I have a place in heaven right?
we share our stories of the men,
laugh in our paths,
I have to ensure that she is left with some excitement in her ears,
seems like now only wolves weep in the night to her,
I gift her with tales of woe,
gift her with things to keep her going,
just like she did with me,
she never calls,
I can hear it in her voices she is choking,
they say that people have died from heart break,
and if im not correct,
then forgive me,
but I think her chest has given in,
her body has given up on the rights of love,
the ash has burnt for too long,
so it will not try again,
She called today,
lost again,
she called,
she moved her lips to whisper the same
how am I doing,
today I heard her lost,
a home less woman,
a woman who once adorned herself,
now its only for show,
will she return?
Please return,
we are wild women,
we are women of the earth,
Do not let the burning of men kill you,
there is a sickness in them,
drink milk and honey,
for it will save you.