Womb Rhythms Poem by Shireen Ramadan

The only company is my screams in a dark mind ov fear
Mass hearts from ashes, grinding his mercy
Slaughtering me in numb fingers & comatose twisting belief
Brainwashed in nerve fever, ov religious unclear

God's fever in black disease for figures unpagan
As if he's a scientist to cook raw brains Pyrrhonic
Sadism in dark minds over worshipped relief
As if I'm acting experiment ov void ironic

Their world is a tomb to me, sleepwalking lies ov safety
Feminine possessed in ashes ov no return
To a hypnotised in shrouds ov purple dead roses
Crumbled like scripts ov youth in unmerciful dreams

Exhume my diaries in a stream ov consciousness
Like conscious disease in dreadful creep
Maiden roses in wombs & mass pride in burden
To let my desires feel immortal sleep.....