Yesterday
A man who was carrying his belly and
Taking it everywhere he went
Bought my childhood
Father smirked
Mother went after the kettle's whistle
Till the cup's rim
Got used to the room's temperature
Today
The door was the shield
Against the attack of my book bag,
And behind that, my legs were dancing
The windows recognize
The exciting passionless kisses
Among clouds of chaos
Faster than any bicycles,
Leaving with trucks
Tomorrow
I would buy a newspaper
Searching for a name for myself

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

In the end, they were all self-inflicted.
It was a just question of who I asked to hold the knife |

If not but for the illusion that we are alone, this would all be so easy.

I let you have your way with me
and in the moment of such reckless abandon
I was turned on by my own disgust
knowing that it wasn’t for my greater good
And how mourning and morning would come in tandem

But putting my hands above my head
and feeling you press down on either side of my hips
while fighting the urge to run
I wanted you to make me yours
dark though this way it would come

I licked my lips unconsciously
biting down as you opened me up
while I bargained with myself
for no one lies to us sweeter than
we do to ourselves

Then just before I allowed myself
to be devoured, to be consumed by the fire
pouring from your wet sweet flush
I caught my reflection in the mirror

Afraid of what I would become
should I allow the desecration
I flipped you on your back
Held your head in both my hands
Kissed you on the forehead
Laced my soul up from the floor
While walking slowly from the room
at last, I was finally free