I’ve been ripped and raped
with ferocious water ripples,
knives-steel cracked
Blood- bookmarked souls
rummaging through my skull
black&grey, still, molten.
The people are stale and ash
clicking wet tongues
eh,eh,eh,eh
dipped in morgues
and shadow of the death
With spits of fungus and moss
decoding their faces of hunger,
the world is a shit hole
anger and anger.
This place is a hoax
and a drop of glinting blood
on your chin,
on your hands,
on your rose opening.
The violence eats you
mental brewing of skulls and cracks
and this polka dot frocks, skirts
ripped and raped.
©MVS
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