If she could open her chest up wide, her heart would fly away. Far, far across that forbidding ocean it would flee. She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
She turns her back on it all—the sea, lost hope, broken love never to be exhumed—and faces instead the reality of this new country. She smothers what used to be her in the shroud of someone else’s culture. She buries herself in crowds of strangers, trying to forget the air she used to breathe.
Aly Writes 