Elaheh Abdi Langaan


To Him

To him
Although I was a virgin, my soul was pregnant.
I was dressed dark the same as crows
My eyes were weeping blood
And they wrer pouring on the dried flowers.
My thoughts are vomiting corruption, destruction and seduction.
Here is the dead lock
The world, the devil and the flesh will rebirth soon.
I’m wondering why the prostitutes solicit recklessly in the street?

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