Cease the Suffering
by ADEMINU
You say it again and again, you do it again and again—angels writhing in pain as you tear their
skin apart, and you claim it's their inner demons.
Women, men, children— all left without wings, drowning in teary tears and gut-wrenching
screams. They plead, you laugh; they retaliate, you cry.
You're a black hole, snuffing out their light.
You're a dagger, plunging into their homes and souls.
You're a wolf, hungry for their blood, ripping it apart with your teeth like dropping bombs.
All they have left is a final prayer, a second's worth, while you shred even that.
You're a pure, empty soul with no vacancy.
May Allah's curse be upon you!
About the Author:
ADEMINU is a Moroccan writer and first-year college student whose work explores identity, memory, and the small rituals of everyday life. They have experience in poetry, essays, and translation. They writes from blood & ashes, where words pour out like a river of mistakes, memories, and whatever the heart can’t hold anymore.
