Istishhadiyah
Cold steel and sharp plastic taped against her ribs
Out of her warm breath crystallizes into snow
Letting his words bleed through her fingertips
Darling , do not miss your time to blow
Preludium begins with the song from her footsteps
Right foot slightly shorter that her left
On the count back from twenty she enters the marked
Death whispering soft and closer by each breath
Unveils every sound through the heartbeat in her ears
Counting back time until transformed into prayers
The scream that now escapes her mouth surprises even her
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 01:17
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