Raped World



Crumpled flowers

            ruffled bed


Shattered flowers

            scattered dreams


Wars yet to be won

            bliss yet to be recovered


Strong smell of false promises

            one rose bleeding in a corner


Justice killed

            the wind ruffling the red curtains


Deflated world maps lying

on the crumpled flowers, on the ruffled bed.


The knife has slowly slipped from god’s hand.

It has fallen

and with the strokes of light

the blade has gathered life

in my hand,

enough to make me share death with her.


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