Molly Angie Moustafa

Joined July 2022

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Greetings. I passionate about the art of the pen. I write from the heart with ideas of endless realms.

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McDonald's Drive Thru
McDonald’s Drive Thru. A long, agonizing pause, “Welcome to Popeye’s.” --------------------------------- McDonald’s Drive Thru.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 6 months ago in Poets
Dust
I'm not the wife. Not the lover. Not the fiancée. Not the girlfriend. I’m the maid. I’m the nanny. The garbage at home.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 6 months ago in Poets
Chaos
There is a darkness within me. One I fear myself. My rage is easily ignited. I enjoy fanning the flames. I relish the burning frenzy.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 6 months ago in Poets
Alien Wine and Dine II
Hello again Good Sir. There’s no time to stir. Before, we gushed on art. But now we are going to a distinct mart. Don’t worry.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 7 months ago in Poets
Alien Wine and Dine
Greetings Good Sir. I see you have no fur. But so many eyes. I just hope you don’t see our lies. We are not crude or rude.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 7 months ago in Poets
Paranoid
My doubt mobbed me. Infidelity plagued my mind. I had a sudden outbreak of what if. What if my mouth sore was because of him? What if he was really cheating? What if?
By Molly Angie Moustafa 7 months ago in Poets
Leave
I wanted three. But he threw me. Choked and Saddened, He was strangely maddened. I wanted clarity, Even as charity. He was fear,
By Molly Angie Moustafa 7 months ago in Poets
Travel
Forward. Backward. Now. No timeline mends the red scars. Just travel ahead.
By Molly Angie Moustafa about a year ago in Poets
Trapped
Trickling grain by grain. Confined within glass prison. Burying the dead.
By Molly Angie Moustafa about a year ago in Poets
Endless
Ticking endlessly. Challenging the grains of sand. Welcoming the end.
By Molly Angie Moustafa about a year ago in Poets
Unconditional
Rare or Nonexistent? Pure, unconditional love. Amid a man and a woman. Absent of raging anger. Absent of words like knives.
By Molly Angie Moustafa about a year ago in Poets
Water
Streaming down my face. Sorrow. Relief. Catharsis. Flows through my body.
By Molly Angie Moustafa about a year ago in Poets

Molly Angie Moustafa

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McDonald's Drive Thru

Dust

Chaos

Alien Wine and Dine II

Alien Wine and Dine

Paranoid

Leave

Travel

Trapped

Endless

Unconditional

Water

Stories (18/0)