A poem by ARIANA RAZAVI.

 

She was so small, folded up in her fear.
A familiar unknown.
Silent tears and longing stares out of half-rolled windows. 

 

Her fear was so big, many times what she wouldn’t dare admit to anyone, even herself.
But her heart would tremble sometimes,
that’s how she knew. 

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She read road signs from the passenger seat,
happy music played, as it always did in this car,
when it became a haven – she did not know.

 

Her anger boiled under the surface.
Slowly.
She did not know it yet.

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