Poetry

I closed my eyes
and saw
nothing.

I kept going
back to the door
which was invisible to me.

A pink
blanket
still dried by the absence
of some unusual
flesh.

Dark — red
lipstick
murmuring something to me,
I didn’t get
that corpse’s shiver

Silence
was so messy,
by the end of the time zone.

— Ahamad Sahil