He stepped back from the door of death half alive, his fingers trembling, his gaze affixed to a horizon tucked in elsewhere inside his mind. He ate, spat out, sipped water fearully, and lay quietly on the bed until the summer breeze muted into thicker icy covers that wrapped around clarity. The trees outside looked bare, and under the snow, creatures voluntarily slipped into seasonal forgetfulness. Inside the forest of his nerves, sparks looked out for forgotten islands, reached out to complete scattered phrases. That room looked familiar. The newborn giggled, and beckoned him to the land of provocative belonging.
© Copyright 2017 Fariel Shafee. All rights reserved.
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Fariel Shafee has degrees in science, but enjoys writing and art. She has published prose and poetry in decomP, Ygdrasil, The Foundling Review, etc.
2 thoughts on “Life and Death by Fariel Shafee”
Very poetic. It bears reading several times, just to take it in and let the images work. Lovely.
Thank you. Really appreciate the kind words. They will keep me encouraged to get better.