Written by Dania Akkawi

Photo by Dania Akkawi


The pencil was broken in half,

with an eraser bitten off.

Its edges and sides,

all punctured.

Perhaps destroyed by time or people,

Perhaps by too much applause.

It wrote words with flames,

once so bright.

But it’s slowly fading,

coming to an end.

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