Arabiyah #3

            I dream of killing him… Every night, I dream of wrapping my feminine hands around his throat and watching him as he takes his last breath. This time, he’ll be under my control—

But they’ve forgiven him, and they allowed him to live. I, on the other hand, died a long time ago. People no longer say my name. I have become an insult, a tragedy, a taboo.

Sometimes I wish I were like the terrible Gods of civilizations past. I would choose to be Zeus, and put this thunderbolt to some good use…or maybe I could be like the Sphynx, and I could yell:

“I am the Great Sphynx!

Half lion, half human,

Half Bird—

I am power personified

I am the King of Kings

I am the Great Sphynx!

If man to ashes fall,

I from ashes rise.”

Arabiyah #2

There is a terrible pain in my heart. I’ve done it, and I never thought that I would. She is gone. The woman that I love, I killed her. I killed her with my own two hands. She’s dead. I buried her deep, deep down below the ground, where no one can find her.

She promised me freedom happiness, but that’s all gone. I killed her. Now I’ll be here forever. Living a life of passivity.

Then I’ll die. You wont know my name. No one will. It won’t matter, because I am a killer. A murderer. I killed the woman I wanted to be, and now I am cursed. I have to sleepwalk through my days, until I am old, and my youth is wasted away.

Though I know there are many girls like me. They are all around you. Find the window with its lights on late at night, and listen. Really listen, and you’ll hear the soft sobs of a woman in grief. She killed a woman she loved, a woman she wanted to be, and she buried her in her heart.