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 am standing on the brink of oblivion, alone
Bewitched by his rapturous breath
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Amidst the labyrinth of mirrored halls,
A myriad of reflections, each echo recalls,
With devilish laughter, she screams and declares,
'In mirrors resides a witch', this truth she bears.
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Beneath a sky stitched with shattered words,
A city crumbles, its streets a blur of smoke.
The air hums with the rustle of forgotten names,
As voices scatter like ash in the throat of a dying oak.
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I am the temple
where my own ghost
kneels
like Medusa
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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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