Walk On My Skull Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Walk on my skull

Do not think; don't bother
No need of medicine
I am ill, I am sick
Physically, mentally
Of people; of you all,
You gave wounds
Your greed
You liars, with greet.

The best is departure
Arriving somewhere else
In the form of my death.

So…

Please get a knife, a dagger
We know it, you and I
You keep that in the dark.

Be honest this last time
Open door to hidings
Why not come into light?
Slam knife in my heart
Rotate it, shed blood
Step, walk on skull
As did kings' elephants
To punish, enemies of royals.