Cry For Help
He enters me and all walls tumble down
I open like flower sepals and receive him deep into me and I see the lust
in his eyes –
He mistakes my cry for help for orgasm.
Cracked Hearts
The last time I saw Maimun words poured out of me like water squeezed from a sponge. She covered my mouth with hers as if to swallow a terrible curse that would come back to afflict us. “Forget us, forget me,” she said. Upon us was the moment of partying— my heart cracked. “I will come for you, my moon,” I said. “I will get you away from your Imam father Even Allah.” “Goodbye, my love I cannot help you with my love. Forget, my love I love you more than life itself.” She shimmered away— And I was alone.
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