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September 15th, 2026
by Arshiya Zubaitha
I reached for the door
through the
falling floor.
If I had known before,
I would have never
risked it at all.
I should have known
I would be the one to let go,
you rip me into
pieces and put me back, as
a jigsaw that only fits in your
cruel hands.
You painted colours I cannot see,
played a song I could only
listen with you,
picked roses — prickled skin in the sun.
How am I supposed to live
when my beating heart
mispronounces your name?
Each sound I hear is your laughter
breathing along with the wind
until I crumble down—
how can you look at roses
and not think of me,
laughing beside you,
with bloody fingers?
About the Poet
Arshiya Zubaitha resides in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India.
Read the poet's biography and Young Poets World publications
on Arshiya Zubaitha's Artist Page.
Young Poets Collection
This poem is also featured in
Young Poets Collection #3,
published in the Young Poets World Library.
Previously published in Young Poets 16 to 18:
Left Holding
by Shotha N. Munyai
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