Thousand and one

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by untitledsoul_

by untitledsoul_

A thousand and one

My head feels like it is weighs a thousand and one bodies

my eyes feel like they have seen a thousand and one dead bodies,

my hands have touched a thousand and one homeless hands,

my mind has witnessed a thousand and one, homeless homes rented out for free,

My feet have walked a thousand and one kilometers to stand outside a broken glasshouse

My heart has felt a thousand and one lies squeezing it to bleed out, on to the white pure carpet of life and death.

My hair has been touched and caressed by a thousand and one dirty fingers, intertwining with my locks to unlock the lock ness within my mind.

My back has been glided up and down, creating a slip-and-slide of memories and bitter kisses left by the intoxicated lips of the richest of all the bitches spreading their diseases of hate and mistrust.

My lips have graciously tasted the burned almond taste of your drinks, feeling the liquid sink into my veins leaving me numb.

Then they ask, who hurt you?

And I ask, are we not all hurt?

-A.S.I