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Zaïnab El Meziani
Edited by Nabiha Qureshi
my words i speak them
and sing all of me
i breathe them
with suffocating lungs
i stand in the middle of nowhere
and write them
i then break them and hide them
under a sad sunset
and all of the sepultures
could never paint my agony
when i bury my soul
in the fearful woods
i become the child of
rhymes that have never been
i am now death
behind the eyes of pain
i dance alone in the darkness
of silent nights
feeling the truths of
my prosaic drawings
tasting the bitterness of
this void once so sweet
silence, speak
speak for my blood is cold
speak for my heart is a lie
and my lungs are smoke
and i cannot leave my words
to the sun
i need to see feathers
writing my songs
i need to feel your sight
i need to be
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Zaïnab El Meziani ↓
* @zainabelmeziani on Instagram
* Her book Matters of the Heart: A Chapbook of Love Poems is out now
* You can read more of her work on her website: www.zainabelmeziani.com
* Zaïnab El Meziani on Substack
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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By Maggie Deversunwritten
Zaïnab El Meziani
Edited by Nabiha Qureshi
my words i speak them
and sing all of me
i breathe them
with suffocating lungs
i stand in the middle of nowhere
and write them
i then break them and hide them
under a sad sunset
and all of the sepultures
could never paint my agony
when i bury my soul
in the fearful woods
i become the child of
rhymes that have never been
i am now death
behind the eyes of pain
i dance alone in the darkness
of silent nights
feeling the truths of
my prosaic drawings
tasting the bitterness of
this void once so sweet
silence, speak
speak for my blood is cold
speak for my heart is a lie
and my lungs are smoke
and i cannot leave my words
to the sun
i need to see feathers
writing my songs
i need to feel your sight
i need to be
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Zaïnab El Meziani ↓
* @zainabelmeziani on Instagram
* Her book Matters of the Heart: A Chapbook of Love Poems is out now
* You can read more of her work on her website: www.zainabelmeziani.com
* Zaïnab El Meziani on Substack
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com