By Maryam Shuaib
Why can't I run from you and escape this four-walled cage of torture?
You keep me locked up, caught in this twisted, demented version of your love.
You've taken my body as a palette to paint, taint and mask with bruises and scars.
Sometimes I wish it wouldn't be beyond that; still,
You've managed to drag my heart & soul into it so they reflect whatever scars I carry,
Yet every time, you say you love me.
Maryam Shuaib fell in love with reading at a tender age, from the stories in her English textbooks to stories published in the Weekly Trust newspaper. She found her love for writing as a teenager when her father gifted her a journal. So when she's not reading, you'll find her immersed in Kdramas or trying to put the voices of the characters she's yet to bring to life to sleep.