"Death Stick: The Death of Me" by Maya Sultan
The mortification, despondency and chagrin all shrunk into that one death stick: the death of me.
The bleak vexation, suffering and blight diminished into that one rejuvenating smile.
You were the radiance at the end of the murky tunnel, but you led to an even illustrious gloom.
The emperor of all maladies, the phantom of my obsession.
And now, that phantasm is a cloud of insipid ashen memories: the death of me.
The bleak vexation, suffering and blight diminished into that one rejuvenating smile.
You were the radiance at the end of the murky tunnel, but you led to an even illustrious gloom.
The emperor of all maladies, the phantom of my obsession.
And now, that phantasm is a cloud of insipid ashen memories: the death of me.
Maya Sultan is a fifteen-year-old high school student from Islamabad, Pakistan.
Statement from Maya: "Young writers in my country go unnoticed. People with immense talent reside or are rather pressurized into pursuing the more traditional and conventional professions and fields. I think it would be fair to say that to a great extent, people here look down upon people who create art, literature, and music. It is a tragedy in plain sight. "
Statement from Maya: "Young writers in my country go unnoticed. People with immense talent reside or are rather pressurized into pursuing the more traditional and conventional professions and fields. I think it would be fair to say that to a great extent, people here look down upon people who create art, literature, and music. It is a tragedy in plain sight. "