Red Tales
And in honor of the ocean of blood that swept my name I curse the grounds he walked on which has begone to an idle of rust and flames
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And in honor of the ocean of blood that swept my name
I curse the grounds he walked on which has begone to an idle of rust and flames
To inscribe my mother’s maiden name
I pour light into this goblet of eyes chicaned
Salt foamed at the brim
Spirits toppling over the other, drowning in the sky
Come sweet insanity
Come invite her into your bedside
Hands arisen to gods laying up and rising below
Beckon the sculptors of the first century to rediscover
what has been hidden so long ago
Herbs, wine, storytellers alike
Gather and feast on this breast of a beggar’s pardon rite
Below
Below
Above
Ascend
Hear me sister he is dead
We have fed the lion and ensued rocks in his stomach’s stead
Fogs calling and parting their hems of dresses
Brown hair to fall on the cursed lap in corpse-kissed tresses
Goodnight
Goodbye
The world
Is but an ocean set alight
Good day
Poisoned fumes
He has painted my face green
And so I will turn him over inside the earth
with the red cloak he tied to my back
in the fairytale the undead rang true.
About the Creator
Sana Zia
A Persian aspiring writer, poet, journalist, and artist.
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