Withdrawal

 
I could cut my face off it’s so hot.
I’m sitting without lights
repeating from a poem I was once told.
I’m saying “Here in Purdah without ice,
lies a body sacrificed” and
Here in Purdah sacrificed,
lies a body without ice
and I can’t remember which is right
nor will the information ever now be available to me.

 

 

 

 

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