by Nasa Zain
I hold my conversations in the gardens
Where the winged ones live and welcome me.
We meet after hours, even after the Moon has slept
When we exchange tongues and the most sinful of secrets.
We talk about our desires and dreams,
What makes our hearts soar
and how we’d rewrite the stars.
Our toes would curl and our backs would arch,
Laughter filling our ears until Dawn arrives.
I just wish my winged friends were real.
I hold my conversations between the slip of time
That is Twilight and how it bridges our two realms.
I extend my hand for any spirit that wanders during
this lonely period. Only once were my fingers interlocked
with another who was looking for its next meal.
My blood was pumping, my pupils dilating,
I offered who I was in exchange for its knife-like
fangs to sink into my inhumane vessel.
This terrified the spirit, as it released me from its grip
And I was left to wander that cursed Twilight hour alone.
I just wished someone would be with me
long enough for the starry night to last.
My wishes have transitioned into prayers,
None of which have been answered.
I continue to sit with myself as the words spill out,
Each sinful secret and pathetic plea
all are I can entertain myself with.
I have grown bored of my solitude
Yet denied of any chance to break free from it.
I am the mistress of my desires
And they’ll be buried with me
after I’ve spent a lifetime of grieving
what will never come to fruit,
I’ll die with my forsaken dreams.
I am a recent graduate from the University of Portsmouth, I studied English and Creative Writing. In terms of my creative work, I usually write about urban-fantasy stories or Romantic poetry; sometimes both at the same time.