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Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
Ahhh the witching
Hour
The time when things
Are possible
But know in a good way
As you can see
Or be possessed
By demons
I wake up at this very
Hour
Every night
From nightmares
Of the PTSD  variety
Nothing more
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
In a broken doll
After my friend
Called me a racist slur
I see the hole
In the dolls chest
And see
The void
Pure blackness
Like that of a black hole
Full of nothing but hate
That void haunts
Me to this day
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
The eyes in
The forest trail
Can be either
Joy
Or a painful experience
My advice
Is to avoid looking
Into its pupil
As that is the void
Nothingness
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
As i write
In my room
In the dark
I hear an beautiful
Sad
And haunting
Song
I try to figure
Out where its coming
From by my iPad and phones
Are charging
This is the work
Of a ghostly
Siren
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
The eye is
The window to the soul
The eyes
Determine
Who you are
And where you go
In the here after
Looking the forest
Your see an eye pop
Out
And depending
On what you saw
And did
Its they gateway to
Hell
Ot heaven
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
There was a woman
Named shawna
Who preached fornication
Over knowledge
She went for a walk
In a spooky forest
And then an eye popped out
She walks through the eye
And finds herself in hell
As that was the eye of god
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
Seven heavens
Says  the quran
But two gory
Hell says buddha
Which has the most compassion
The one with 7 paradises  or the one with two horrific hells
Where blood smells like
Sugar
I know that I smell the hells
Every night
For some odd reason
But know I am heaven bound
As i walk the line
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
The realm exists different
For people
One man's insanity
Is another's reality
Another man's hell
Is anothers paradise
One mana imagination
Is anothers illness
This is what the realm
Is like to two different people
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
Dear Islamah
Who was to be
My daughter
But will be a figment
Of my mind
I will always love you
Your father would have loved you
But your in the same realm
As him
I will never hold you in my arms
But only in my dreams


Elena Mustafa
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
I'd wish that
Faisal would
wake up
From his deep
Slumber
And come back
To me
But he only visits
Me in the dreams
Will he come back
From the land of the dead
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