Mehreen Ahmed

I cover my baby up in a torn, fuzzy blanket, I protect from the elements much greater, for us such fanciful specs on the expansive oceans, beneath the ceaseless skies, the wind’s ferocity, I breathe and struggle blanketing my tiny tot.

I am at the brunt of a despicable person’s mouth motoring vile and hurtful words this person uses on me just like a barf bag to pour out all his misery into me and it’s true that I am nothing to him but a barf bag who is on the receiving end of his abuse he receives from others then releases them into me