Issue 2 on Mehlima Bookden

Midnight Run - Part II

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The door shut behind them,
but the night refused to stay outside.

It followed.

In the quiet hum of the hallway, in the dim light that barely reached the corners, in the space Angel used to fill without trying.

Cyrus didn’t sit.
Didn’t speak.
He moved.
From the window, to the door,
back again!
Like something inside him hadn’t stopped running.

“She’s been out before,” Heather said, trying to place calm into the room.
“But not like this,” he replied quickly.
Not after yesterday.
The word lingered — ‘Yesterday.’

Silent Longing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The silent voices lose their virtue in a crowd,
An entire group with an opinion would scream out loud.
Is this chaos meant to signify certain pride,
Or was there ever a story beyond what was vowed?
The fanatic-minded hold their notions in a cloud.

I wonder,
I fumble,
My heart drops and begins to crumble.
Thoughts that make my words mumble.
All of it is a gamble.

An escape planned,
A stairway scanned.
“Run away,” you think?
Face the silent choices.
Let the voice within you be heard,
And let people join in rejoice.