Yasmin Hemmat Poems

I was born in a distant and solemn
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom
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In the pursuit of unknown,
In the valley of shadow of death,
I stand alone on the brink of oblivion,
Bewitched by his rapturous breath.
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My quill drips with my blood,
While I'm writing to the oracle of my imprisoned soul.
The river of blood soon floats into a flood,
And ichor effuses without control.
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In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was Pain.
Pain was the prelapsarian language.
Pain is the crimson apple
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I hang upon the wall;
alone,
fragile,
silent.
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The dark moon
shines upon the graves,
across the mist-veiled plain of night.
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I sit in the house of my body.
My tea has gone cold.
Beyond the windows of my eyes,
rain is falling.
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I, Alice, falling
down the rabbit hole,
down, down,
into the darkness.
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