As the wind blows while sounds of distant oceans waltz around her sullen heart, she lay there alongside deafening silence of a midnight celebration. All she could feel were reels of her memories, of sunsets over the Persain Gulf, sanddunes slipping through her fingers, wind caressing through every strand of her dishevelled hair.

Her mind wandered to an age of curiosity from the eyes of a child, charred by emotional voids but nothing like the impenetrable pain she felt pulsating through her being; some 15 years later. Time almost stood still for a few minutes, invisible ghosts of her past wakened, demanding their rights; whilst her icy eyes glazed in crystalline. She sang herself to sleep.

“. . hush little baby don’t you cry, one day you are going to be alright.”

© .S K.