I came to him with riddles
stern within his words
he scolded my soul, severed it open;
exposing long ill wounds,
stretching my fallacy filled skin
fallacy upon fallacy
he was wringing the truth,
he operated upon me.
his scalpel, his words;
gliding graciously upon my world,
passing through collagen,
incisions upon muscle,
slicing into sinew,
bleeding within ponder,
he pushed and pulled,
pushed and pulled,
pushed and pulled,
until I was severed
now as our laughter and minds go estray,
we now yield amongst a lovely day,
stitching the cesspool of dismay,
as painful it shall be, he operated upon me.
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collection of poems and short stories
الشعرPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
