Cold Water Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cold water

Thin it comes as rat's tail
It feels as melted ice
Burns its cold…
I have to wash dishes.

It takes me to Khujand…
There rented a house and…
Cold water was daily
Washed dishes.
Hands cracked…

Then fly to the port
Bandar Abbas
In Iran.
Arrested and was barred
-betrayer of Iran
-spoke with CNN, BBC
All were lies by corrupts…
Torture was underground…
After one year and half
My life went upside down…

In shelter, under rain
With thieves and smugglers
As well as innocents
-like myself…
After days
I begged since
No shower
No washing
Meant smell
Unlike Queen Elizabeth
I needed to shower…
Took me guard
Led me to hose on wall
In open and too cold
There I was traces
Of the tools of torture…

Now smile at rat tail turned plane,
It takes me everywhere!