It’s so dark inside this room.
Cold too.
You have shut down all
The windows just as
Usual.
Did I tell you there’s a
New star in the sky? It’s
Bright, redder than
Antares, like a
Little hole in
The dark skin of the
Heavens, and
Blood
Seeps out
Eternally
From
That wound.
How long has it
Been, my love?
Did you change? Did
I evolve myself?
I walk slowly
Towards your shadow. A bunch
Of crimson roses that do
Not die
Want to eat up
The darkness.
But this day is for
Us, for
The ghosts of all
Our sins—
To die and kill
Again, bathe in blood,
Until
This day
Comes again next
Year.
Fariel Shafee studied physics but loves to travel to lands of impossibilities and magic. She also loves to paint. Her art has been used by New Myth and Sprawl Magazine. Her poems have been published by Parabnormal, Eccentric Orbits, Stygian Lepus, and others. She shuttles between South Asia and Miami with her pet ghosts these days.
Website: http://fshafee.wixsite.com/farielsart
Published 2/14/25