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  • Aamna Ahmed

No One Hears

White picket fence,

the sound of laughter roaming.

A large white kitchen

marble countertops filled with fresh fruit put with love—

underneath the basket of love,

where the eye can't see,

a healthy bright red juicy apple becoming wrinkled and discolored.

Liquid begins oozing from its skin—

dark brown lesions appear

the sound of laughter, but no one

hears the apple rotting.


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