twelve

Hasiba Raufi

by Hasiba Raufi

Story

people are passing 

someone asks me for a lighter

he notices the tears

and leaves as quickly as he came

nobody wants to be involved 

in the spectacle of a stranger


can’t blame him

i wouldn’t want that either

cigarettes 

one after another

i don’t even notice


but now i’m feeling them

on my eighth 

my lungs are sore

like a chimney 

they burn

i want to die


girls are passing

looking surprised and confused

can’t blame them

i would look like that too


tell me what happened

that i’ve turned into this mess

a drama of my own

don’t know what happiness feels like anymore

all i want is to die

so badly


“you are like my parachute – 

without you i would fall.”

mercury to the sun


© Hasiba Raufi 2023-09-01

Genres
Novels & Stories
Moods
Emotional
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