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Volume 2


Fall 2007


Verse

Areej Siddiqui

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Areej Siddiqui

Areej is a Saudi-born Pakistani citizen, now doing her B.A. in Ontario, Canada. Areej officially studies English and Philosophy but can be found at all hours gobbling up a book on something or other. While being a devoted DWL-ite, she is also (very much by luck, chance) a Poetry Editor at The Missing Slate. She happens to write poetry that some deem publishable, also by luck, chance, and in her spare time (if an undergraduate student can claim to have such a thing) she indulges in copious amounts of bad television and cheesy movies about kittens. Her favourite word at the time of writing this bio is "silly."

        
      
       
            
              

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The Hand That Feeds


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On a night

as starless

and empty as this

I pray it is not the last

time

I see the moon

adorn your face

the way it does

and give your tears

a slivery sheen

so utterly divine

Don’t cry

It’s just me

tonight

We worship the Maker in our own

special way

and I stand,

mesmerized,

by the way you,

stop breathing

when we touch

*

Don’t be afraid

It is our love

*

That drives me

to press you against my chest,

to feel

our hearts

beat

in sync

*

Yes, I am driven

to weave myself within you

and cherish the moment

for we are One

*

“Daddy, it hurts”

*

Hush, child

We’re almost done.

 

 

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