Poetry: The Bleeding Scream by Afia Faiza Khan

 The screams of the bleeding voice,

Echoes throbbing, seems to be no choice.

She yelled, "Save me! I can't bear!"

Loud grief, the crowds didn't hear.

Dominating hush, extended bruises:

Hopeless limbs against abuses. 

Tears dried up yet blood still flows,

Breaking the door, came the death blow.

After each thump, her fate cries,

The horrible thud; silence never lies.

Why are we blind until she lost?

Our sight demands a life's cost?!

Why are we deaf until she dumbs?

Do we desire her to numb!?

Beasts as humans or humans as beasts?

Oh, awful souls spare the hallowed at least!

Spare the hallowed at least...

Poetry: Pink vs Yellow by Nina Anin

On Wednesday the bus ride was full of ladies in pink

elephants in pink

A girl in yellow crashed through the roof. No pink, like, say

a lemon in a bouquet of roses, vomiting over the golden floors.

The King would faint.

The economy crashed, and you got to wear pink, the ladies in pink say.

New billboard has new commitments: 

coping in pink, screaming in pink, weeping in pink

You could, the girl in yellow says.

Yellow was later designated public enemy No.1,

ladies in pink began to advocate for

old metaphors & overused colors & cleanliness 

the rest of Dvorak's symphonies looked on doubtfully.

On Thursday the girl in yellow tripped down the stairs

On Thursday the ladies in pink died of a heart attack