I lie unspoken
facing the menacing light of roof
Within these familiar
walls
staring at me
like death
In my head demons dance,
Outside,
 in the streets children yell
The fan slices the dead air.
I
hear its buzz.
What does it
feel like? 
I know it
somehow you all are celebrating
My despair.
~ ASNA AZHAR 

MAY 10, 2016.