I feel pain in my knees.
How I detest your name, Fathiyah, although it is not your fault.
I try to laugh so I will not require Botox between my eyebrows in the coming years.
My heart resembles geometric shapes. A circle of loss, a triangle of fear, and two pink lines extending from my retina to the box of my memories.
Hidden tears might run from under my large swimming goggles, and a small puddle will be born.
The world might breach your heart, Salma, while you boast of the number of earrings you own, so be sure to always keep something for yourself.