...She was naked and cold
like a *****
deprived of mercy
Seeking home with
three wishes
and a rope
She used to believe in morning love
and jasmine
and lilies
and blood-soaked lies
She prayed for wings
under the electric lights
and burn the broken pages
in her backbone
not to remember but
to feel what it felt like
She
slit her throat
and tried to smile
tasting the last warmth
of the midnight
sun...