60 mg of Prozac

To soothe my nerves

Just in the nick of time

To stop an avalanche of pain

A capsule washed down

A throat that swallowed its screams

Tonight I am voiceless

You never let me speak

You can't read the stories

carved on my skin

But you don't want me dead

You'd just up my dose of Prozac

Sedate me into a synthetic slumber

And as my eyelids grow heavy

I ask myself:

Will you put all my days to sleep?

Tell me how that's different from

An eternal sleep?

(2019)

Talk Sick

You're toxic. You talk sick.

Words so fatal.

Should come with a label.

Two bones and a skull.

Threats so deathly.

And not always empty.

Venomous phrases.

Killing me slowly.

A death so beguiling.

An ache satisfying.

Why does poison suddenly

taste so pure?

Your head so twisted.

My heart conflicted.

A drunken soul still believing

you're the cure.

(2018)

Arshi Mortuza is a last semester 

student of DEH, ULAB.