hand breast heart

No hearts

heartless
 

Ghasal

As I stood in line

I had nothing to do but look around

I looked

around

it was a frenzy of activity

bodies flittering, fluttering about

to and fro

aimless

wandering in a confined space

I was on the verge of panic

a white-hot fear began to

take hold
 

Nicole

His odor assaults my nose first

Clammy and rancid

Breathing down my neck

He takes his time pinching, grabbing, kneading

rocking

while the boat slices through

the big water

 

Nina

They come like this

out of nowhere

flashes

images

smells sometimes

ripped flesh soft flesh

torn

 

I looked down to escape

That's when I saw my hand

 

Ghasal, Nina, Nicole

hand, breast heart

hand, breast heart

hand, breast heart