Chamber Squeeze Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb

In the midst of the absent sound
There is a silence so profound

Where the heart can beat
In the orchestra of the soul
And not be questioned
For the emptiness it stole

A thief of openness
A lust for solitude
A freedom to caress
A thirst for the crude

There is a wholeness in the void
That only the heart can convey

The lapse between its beats
Is not a place of nothingness
Rather, it veils a sonically still
Struggle to digress

From what was once the energy
Of your core
To what is now
The destruction in every pore