Death

I wish you read the
sign that said “put
that drink away” before you
sped down a half-lit highway
screaming “Jesus” at
the top of your lungs
like the boy who screamed
for his mother’s kiss
while she called him
a disappointment,
But instead you chose to
rob yourself
and rob us too

They say that people become the
breaths we draw from their names,
and your last one was
At 11:27 pm

And now I never look up to check the time.

Mariam Fayez is an Egyptian student currently finishing up her last year at New York University. Her work has appeared in NYU’s Confluence. She enjoys having deep and sometimes uncomfortable conversations with people and trying to create content that makes them feel less alone.

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