Friday, August 24, 2012
pomegranate
my blood is the color of pomegranate,
clichéd jewel of my homeland.
i peel it.
i dismember it.
i eat it.
blood stain hands
blood red lips
this is what history tastes like
sunlit veiled vampire girl
like rumi, you never age.
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