Cover your drink,
before he shoots a pill
inside. Don't ignore my advice: heed it.
Wait, did you disregard it
for a moment? No guilt,
"surely it was a flight of fantasy"
you assume. But you have
blundered, he already has spilled
something; you were wrong.
Is your head whirling? Are
you feeling dizzy and ill?
Quickly, call your friend or better
nine one one. The bubbles of
your rum and coke are now in
your head. Blink. Twice.
"It can not be happening to me;
this story is very trilled"
you say. But, unfortunately, it is.
Drift, little mermaid, as sea foam.
And relax, tomorrow you will
not remember anything.
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now that youʼre underground
الشعرA little piece of my chaotic mind. They are free verse short poems that talk about what I'm passionate about: the feminism and the gender-based violence. Feel free to leave constructive criticism; it's the first time I try to write poems in English...
