top of page
  • Writer's picture The Vindicator


Written by Reem Abumeri

I don’t know why I’m afraid.

I haven’t been hurt but I act that way.

Something must have happened in my past life.

You see, it’s for the better

He doesn't see me this way.

Yet five days later I’m the first to complain:

“Why can't I find the right guy?”

I wrote your name on my wrists.

Sharpie red, your lasting kiss.

Your love is my anchor,

It’s only pulling me deeper.

It's so toxic

But you intoxicate me.

I’m praying, begging one day you’ll set me free

But you always have to remind me,

no one will miss me.

Recent Posts

See All

Another 50 Years

Written by McCayla Connors If I didn’t know any better I would think the year was 1974 Between the amount of mass destruction And the level of political corruption. But the cries for help from people


bottom of page