Leen El Taki
I shed a tear for the prisoner within you.
You have served him poison and taped his mouth shut.
I look right through your glossy excuse of an eye, to his.
The grey blossomed under your eyelids like an abandoned ashtray nurturing burned cigarettes and cancerous promises.
The red upon your lips stained with blood from raw-fed lies. Canines dig into flesh, every word you say, engraved on my chest.
Let me go for its not myself that you know.
And ill let you go; go and satisfy your crow.
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