If you ever limit my dreams and question my sacrifices, I’m going to bury you alive meters deep.
I’m going to dig my fingers into your flesh, till your corrupted blood paint my nails.
I want your painful cries to be the alarm clock sound that wakes me up every morning and look forward to coffee.
I want the scent of the pleasant river to make you beg me to drown you in it.
You’re a mistake that takes just a moment to erase but my hate is memorable.
– Rimsha Qazi