Sugar Crystals Poem by Asma Khan

I wore a skin thinker than mine
No one could even wonder or define

The calamity of fate made me question
even my own blood's line

My wounds meet me in the midnight chaos
Upon the hill of my heart 's shrine

How cruel of a memory that hurts?
Over a pillow of sorrows when you recline

Waking up to the sound of your own cries
Can be hurtful or would be fine

Your wounds shone brighter than diamonds
Scattered in an unclaimed goldmine

I swallowed the pain like sugar crystals
Sent down to me from the divin