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DECEMBER 2024: space, and existence in that space
Wuthering Heights
I hope you dream black and white.
Like before, and I stand there alone,
I stand alone with no other woman of the past
Because I am unmatched.
Your thoughts, I hope they haunt,
They haunt. I hope they turn contagious.
I hope you speak my name in your sleep,
The voice turning animalistic,
Your consciousness black-charcoal black.
I hope you go all the places in the world,
My name on walls, my name in churches.
Wives, girlfriends, sisters with the same name.
And you wouldn’t dare say it
Because you are so scared
Of what you dream.
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– Mary Christina is an MPhil graduate in English Literature. Over the years, countless authors have inspired her to write. She was born in Khanewal but stayed in Lahore for her bachelors and masters. She did her baccalaureate in English literature and sociology from Forman Christian College University as well as her MPhil.
The title of this poem is inspired by Emily Bronte’s novel Wuthering Heights, a home of chaos and dark consciousness. The poem delves into the psychological dynamics of space and how one’s own consciousness will always and inevitably impact their physical space.
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