“The Night of the Mirrors”
By: Hila Sedighi
It’s night,
My hands are bound,
All bridges behind me, broken,
I shall drag my head to the gallows.
Someone is sitting by the mirrors
This night where the guardians of the door
Accuse me of killing one of theirs
Consciously, they pull me with bound hands
Towards those present in the courtroom
They have written my sins in their minds
They have made mud out of me
They wouldn’t even allow me my voice
They just sowed and reaped this by themselves
Someone who looked like me
Came from the door
Not from the door
Perhaps she came from inside me
From her,
The tragedies of my generation emerged
Someone complained about my heart
Spoke about my thousands of problems
Neither from yesterday nor today, not ours
He narrated my false dreams
They all saw, spoke, and heard
Though in the end, they reached their own conclusions
With the murder of a child, by God
They were to hang me
The mirrors and I were mourning the night
All lives reached the threshold of lips
I opened my mouth and spoke of pain
Of those lives that burn in fever
I sinned
I sinned
The sin of innocence
The sin of building in the ruins
The war of time exhausted me
Time like the ocean, and I a fish
No tonight, my imprisonment was concrete
My hands have been bound my entire life
There was never a way to destination
Even if there were, the driver was exhausted
My red heart destroyed my green head
My mind separated itself from my body
There would be no risk of death
For a mind that keeps on calculating
The same ones that militarized us
Opened the medicine of my wounds
The wound that was searching for a tumor
The same ones who militarized us at the time of sorrow
If my young soul has died inside of me
There are many more of these young victims
Amongst the chests of the people in the city
Is a tomb as small as a doll
All the mirrors shattered within each other
The thread of unspoken words ruptured
I didn’t say what I had to say
They shackled my wrists once again
It’s night and with my bound hands,
All bridges behind me, broken,
I shall drag my head to the gallows.
Someone is sitting by the mirrors
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