Description
Hold the needle and sew criss-cross,
Threaded into my skin and yours.
Bound by an unspoken contract for life
You and I are one
No seperation.
Two souls of an abyss with roles to fill,
Carefully hidden in layers upon layers.
Murmuring words of disguise
In tones of silent music
Different language, yet truth betrayed.
Eyes covered by the hands of ghosts.
Escaping means ripping flesh and skin.
Made to feel the same — you and I —
A price to pay for removing the threads.
With uncertainty, and a story to write.
With emotional blackmail, dressed as sorrow
You and I are one.
Never separate.
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All artworks are original creations by Aminath Rooba Ali. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or redistribution is prohibited.
