Reaping & Never Ending by Hanin Ramadhani
Reaping
The moment I met the dark, murky waters
of your irises; these memories became hands
lighting matches in my lungs.
And here in the womb that carries
the flowers I sowed, I'll wither along.
Never Ending
I run in the coldest of nights and sleep
in the darkest of holes I’ve made a home.
And oftentimes I sit on the edge of the world
to watch myself split in half, warring for a prize:
a set of strings for my limbs.
“I simply forgot why I wrote the first poem. It became completely new and distant, sitting silently in my Google Docs. Perhaps the poem was about me talking to myself. Reason for both of the poems: I feel that I wrote too much of the same subject, the same muse. I'm scared that this won't be worthy because of that. My brain automatically said: ‘Repetition. Boring. Short (although my poems are mostly short). These won't make it. These are so ugly.’”
Hanin Ramadhani (any pronouns) is a writer based in Indonesia, who can be found lurking on Twitter/Instagram with the handle @mortalpoems.