They

by Pasha Sahba aged 9

His heart ached
His hands shook
His breath hitched
His eyes watered

Her lips throbbed
Her voice cracked
She couldn’t move
She couldn’t speak.

Their hearts pounded against their chests
The palms of their hands began to sweat
The water in their eyes started to fall
Then they downed the burning alcohol.

Afterwards, they whispered, “Finally, I am free…”

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