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Sleep?
the night won't let me
in case the day breaks
in to get me and we all
know what days do
don't we?
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
Reuben
Rainfall
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
Reuben
Water starts to drop
Falling in our own rooftop
How long it will be?
I made this to associate with the rain
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
Cardboard-Jones
Just you and I on this Charm rooftop.
The bass from the party make the ceiling rock.
We hand in hand got my stomach in knots.
The soul of the city’s in the backdrop.
Cool autumn night but **** it’s hot.
Dreaming of the world beyond these blocks.
You claiming this time you just can’t be stopped.
Why you wanna escape so bad?
I remember summer ‘01 when you tried to run.
Summer ‘02 all those plans fell through.
Summer ‘03 you came back to me,
Saying “The longer I stay the more I struggle to breathe.”
Maybe it’s the lights, they not bright enough.
Feelin’ like you locked down, got you handcuffed.
Try to prove to everyone you’re tough.
Girl I know you so exhausted and you fed up.

Midnight eyes staring right at me.
Asking so softly “What do you see?”
The words are there and yet I freeze.
Still hand in hand so tighter I squeeze.
Gazing out at the concrete trees
While your mind’s racing from the possibilities.
I can’t promise your dreams or give guarantees
But you’ll always be safe on this roof with me.
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
Luna Maria
It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof

we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.
two fallen angels on a rooftop
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
Megan Van Zetten
Caress me with your strong hands
Tell me to keep my mouth shut
Grab my neck so I can't speak
Cold fingers going into my pants
The harder I push, the more rough you are
No matter the strength I use
Compared to you, I am weak
You get what you wanted, you leave
I lay on this cold floor
I don't even want to breathe
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
unnamed
A blinking cursor,
Is waterboarding to a poet.
Lines underlined in red,
Blooded rivers,
Among our heads.
Blank paper.
Lined and-
College ruled.
72 sheets,
And still,
blank.
Still,
Blinking.
Still,
Nothing.
kinda tired with blank pages, on google docs, and all my empty journals
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
N
A Promise
 Apr 2020 Hafsa
N
Tonight,
I’ll keep an empty stomach
enough to carry
my deathlike solitude

along with a cup of
coffee by your company
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