Written by 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." Read more by this writer |
Cabin in the Woods* She sits alone in a corner of a dark room, the barren wall against her back as she breathes in cold air, shivering, content – she has turned the heating off. It is complete, and absolute power. * * * * * Breathe out. * * “Yes.” “…” “We talked about this earlier.” “I know.” “You agreed.” “I know.” “Stop thinking that.” “Thinking what?” “That I want you to save me. I don’t.” “You’re my world.” “Don’t do this now, please. Just get it over with.” “We’ll work this out, together. Things will -” “Just. Get it over with.” * * “Just leave.” “You’ve…left everything in order?” “I’ve thought about this a long time before I told you.” “You know I – ” “I do too.” * * |
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