*He doesn’t know that I’m
A woman
who weaves success from breakdowns
A woman
who feeds her words upon hurt, distance, ignorance, longing, thirst...
A woman
Who squeezes any dark experience
into the most delicious juice
The juice of a heavenly love
A fantasy, an everlasting tale of two wandering souls
never getting united, but always longing to be one.
He doesn’t know
that every word l write erases the memory of him
And that every story l create makes me
A new woman
and him…
A man from the past.
Mongia Elabed@2018*
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