Posts by Afreen Zeb

The Real Monsters

I have always been afraid of monsters. Darkness petrified me for the fear of the things that it hid. As a child, I fervently prayed to god every night before

A Walk To Remember

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The White Walls of Punishment

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An Unlikely Friendship

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An Unopened Jar

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A Bloody Painting

A rotting carcass. Flesh falling off of broken bones. Open wounds, flowing blood. Yet the body is perfectly stitched together. I am only dead within. My reflection echoes hollowness. A

I Fell In Love With Parts

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Love Nestled in Death

This morning, as the sun stroked the world out of sleep, The concrete had an existential crisis, It whispered to earth in its agony, Of its desire to not hold

The Fire

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I Was Her Favorite

I was her favorite. She would take me with her on special occasions. Sometimes when she was feeling low, I made her feel better. I made her feel confident and