POSTERITY | Fatima Khand

My body is ripped by the scars of your memories.
It is slowly inhaling my soul into it.
Each part of me is rotten in swells.

The touch of your impure hands is running on my mind.
It is fascinating how slowly my emotions are engulfing me towards my death.
Lips are bleeding, heart is sinking but I am still smiling with the past wind.

I am bounded by the traces of your demon.
My nightmares are born in your memory lane.
But I shall still rise and shine like flaws in the ocean.

Author : Fatima Khand 

Fatima Khand has been writing since the age of 13 and I feel now is the time I can help people through my work.

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