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Wednesday, 2 March 2016

POETRY: "TO SLIT YOUR--"

"TO SLIT YOUR--"


You destroyed it,
You burnt it

To the ground--
My glass menagerie


You came
All masculine

And brutish


You uttered
Words of roses

Bewitching words


You stole

and harassed


You,
My torturer--

You!


And all these--
Because of my

Fake world
I rejected you


Usurper!

My blood is soaking

The carpet


Yet,
I hid well

The razor
In my fists.


To slit your--

~A