À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

In the fathomless part of my brain, I bury thy devotion, averse to dream of thine poignant words. Eeyorish being forced into this torment, let them believe what contents their simple minds, our elegy love, confutes their meagre yearns.

Pitiful! Pathetic! To be so mortal, only astute to flesh and blood, when our perpetual mellifluous fruits flow rivers and acres glow.

Hallows above my bones, seek thy dying halo.

Preach not to thee, thou, spawn of Thanatos.

Like wisteria vines my hair shall rise and thy obtuse heart shall I lace.

Your venom shall greet the light of my grace.

Keep my tears, it’ll sow dianthus blooms and torment the hole within your chest.

My virtue is nothing but an illusion to all who seeks it,

I pride myself of soft smiles and evocative words,

Yet my inner venom strikes and latches to your wounds,

Sucking the soft joy out of your flesh,

Nothing can prevent it,

For God made me rotten to the rib.

A longing for betrayal, a void beneath my ribs.

Your animosity incites my desire,

You twisted my guts and brought me down,

I satiated only ever the smile beneath your lies

A clown bound to jest at your side,

The voices perverted our touch,

I reside in doubt as to what I long for, sinking further in this hysteria we call love.

Bio

Eimaan Malik

Artiste dans l’âme et passionnée par l’art de l’écriture, cette jeune Mauricienne saccage la monotonie des blanches feuilles à coups de vers teintés d’une pointe d’encre noire aux échos envoûtants d’une mélancolie empathique.