i met Alizeh when she was playing vinyl songs that made her stygian pomegranate eyes yell vowels on her ashen knuckles til she realized she wasn't a toy to play with on a lemon vague evening. she was a city of half naked cinnamon girls with salve stones placed between her heart that her thorax bled bible and a gap within her venus stomach because her father made her swallow her canines through her putrid oesophagus.
she didn't pray to god because her mother vomited seashore blood after her dad couldn't stop fighting what was eating his rotten intestine from within.
religion was never my language of worship anyway.
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