Poems from cairo
Maybe eventually
I will be able to look at a knife
And not imagine it covered in my blood
In the future, I might not fantasize about...
And so I sit here, reminding myself
Of every reason I should not pick up that knife
And how things will only get worse if I do.
It is not...
Have you ever fought yourself?
Have you ever been so revolted by your own will that
Air clenched in your throat and a weight
was driven...