The Mirror and I

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The mirror and I
Looking one another in the eye
Have been asking each other why,
We tear up and cry?
After we kissed our lover goodbye?

I ask the mirror why
Mirror answers back with another why

Why does his taste lingers in my mouth?
His scent fresh in my house?
My toothbrush isn’t cleansing enough
His stain stubborn and tough
Why doesn’t the shower rinse me of him?
I backspace but can never delete him?
Why is it mirror?
That he defies the rules of nature?
Mirror echoes back
Never to reply, but to ask
To pin me down with the same question
As if I don’t already have full plate of confusion

Unfaithful Woman

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The shower water is ice cold,

But wouldn’t chill me even it’s a hundred fold.

It was senseless, merciless and restless,

Gushing down on me aimless.

I am still unfaithful woman after the shower.

No absolution for my impurity, when it’s over.

I am still his baby,

To the other, I’m his honey.

Warmed in one’s embrace,

In the other’s I sought solace.

Whispered the same thing twice.

To two ears unsuspecting malice.

I have no dagger in my hand,

Yet,three hearts are bleeding cold, dark blood.

Including mine.

Pretending it’s fine.

Is there a hyssop that cleans the soul?

That erases and forgo the foul?

Darkness, She Wrote

By: Bethelhem Teame

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Is there any other color darker than the black? If indeed there were, she would be the only person eligible to don one.

Head to toe. In black.

Head to toe. In whatever color darker than the black.

Head to toe.

There is no consolation word, no single verse in the all the languages of the world, no solace to comfort the woman who has fought the dark in the darkest hours of the dark times. Nothing can appease her wounded heart. She might have survived the fight with the dark, but she has met and beheld the dark, in all its magnificence and splendor  that now she has internalized darkness and wears only black. I am not sure whether she lives in darkness or darkness lives in her; the line where it ends and she begins has become blur.

She can’t undo what has been done, denying the reality just makes the incident a giant hole inside her heart and mind. A very giant, dark hole. The connection has already been established, saw him flash its darkest smile followed by its dark chuckles that roared in the middle of that dark night. Now she is the only one who recognizes the face of the dark, the real darkness in its truest form, without its mask, without its façade the rest of the world has identified. Only this woman is entitled to wear the black for she truly has seen the real face of the dark.

The woman in the black, cast away her white gown after her encounter with the  dark.  She has chosen to don black after her fight with the dark that soiled the whiteness of her existence and left her scarred. She earned it, the black attire given to her by the dark.  It is hers, she didn’t borrow it as the rest of the world does. It’s a token of his twisted dark love.

When the dark descends again to conquer and ravage, she makes sure, he recognizes her and their night in the dark. The woman in the dark has a question she wants to ask the darkness that swallowed and keep swallowing her friends one by one, one dark day after another dark night.

A confrontation with the dark and the woman in black. A reminder of what has happened that dark night. When dark and darkness befell on the woman now in black and her friends who visit her every night in the dark, whispering to her in the darkest language from beyond the coldest floor of the ocean, the darkest grave of the daunting desert lands, where darkness has them imprisoned and shackled for indefinite time. Their helpless and agonizing cries and shrieking from that dark night replaying in her ears, in the dark attacked by the dark.

The woman in the dark wakes up screaming in the night, surrounded by the dark. She sits by the dark corner in the middle of the night and relives that dark night, when she met darkness and faced the dark.She closes her eyes and everything goes dark. She opens her eyes and sees the dark. She dreams but there also meets the dark.

That dark night when darkness took all of hers and left darkness in her embrace. That’s when the dark started to reside in her, slowly steeping into her true red blood. When they were abandoned, when the world turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, wherever they turn to was pitch dark.  Dark sky. Dark earth. Dark situation. Dark life that made them choose the dark road towards the stairs to the chambers of the darkness and the truly dark. When fear hovered over the dark night, taking his cue, come the dark covered in the shawl of darkness and owned the night with a splendor of a dark knight. Showed no mercy, claimed souls and spilled blood.

Its eyes were glowing in the dark night, the messenger of the darkness that stood before its pack, the darkness in the form of a beast of the night.   It’s teeth and claws were sharp. The fight was over before it began.

When the messenger of darkness growled in the middle of the dark night, ululating victory to the dark, when their helpless cries were muffled by his dark sound, when his claws attacked and his teeth bore into the flesh and spilled blood, darkness favored the sacrificed blood from his dark altar.

His prey were calling each other’s name and God’s. They were calling names of parents and siblings in a desperate attempt to stay alive. In the middle of the deserted land, in the heart of the vast ocean, where darkness rules and commands, their cries of agony and pain, anger and desperation were replaced with groans of anguish at their dark fate that fed them to the hunger of the merciless dark.

The dark came and took what was abandoned, persecuted and oppressed. The dark showed no mercy but demanded blood. The dark cut into their flesh and chewed the bones that have grown cold on the ground. The dark danced on the blood pool of her friends as she lay there injured, blacking in and out of the dark reality that surrounded her dark story and theirs. She could hear her friends agony and anguish, as their bones were being crushed, their blood gushing, life slipping slowly from their bodies, as darkness plucked the roses it found without a gardner or fence in the middle of the dark night.

Darkness couldn’t see clearly in the dark. How else can be explained her existence and survival? Drank from the blood of her friends and a sip of hers, he forgot to collect her soul? In the middle of the darkness that is darker than the dark, laid the woman in the black, closing her eyes for the dark life and fate, in her attempt to erase the face of darkness she has outlined with the faint movements of her broken fingers that were crushed by the dark, when darkness fought her in the dark.

But darkness left her behind in the dark, not because darkness can’t see in the dark as my foolish assumption but because darkness planted a dark seed in the womb of the woman in black. The seed grew inside her and occupied her from inside out. The reminder of her night with the darkness in the dark.

Photography by: 1.Reuters, http://tablet.todayonline.com/world/europe/more-bodies-pulled-wrecked-migrant-boat-italy

                                2.Ahmed Abu-Deraa, For The Times- http://www.latimes.com/world/africa/la-fg-sinai-stolen-lives-20130502-dto-htmlstory.html