now that am dining with the devil 

I have a poem to give you 

Unzip your throat and recite 

Each and every word I wrote 

Sew then to the left ventricle

with cotton strings from your favorite kerchief,  Prussian blue coloured. 

But remember to hide my name

 a yellow star- faded, frayed and torn

Waiting for the final holocaust 

In an unknown territory of tongues. 

Your mouth is a poison gland

Where verses taste like toothpaste 

Your love thin as air that we carefully preserved in rustic frames you bubble wrapped me in a glass coffin, my breath drawing foggy sketches of the 

"Starry night "

And you  middle finger dipped in the dark red of my heart 

You made me drink silence like a bitter cough syrup, 

My throat burned and burned,

I was the mermaid princess who lost her voice in exchange of two bony legs 

You weaved a glittering sheet 

Over my eyes and hissed 

"Don't come crying to me "

You eavesdropped my angels

Ranting over a purple dress 

Now return all my songs 

You have snatched,

Am no more in your promises land 

Pain is now my evil twin, 

Hiding in my closet,

Turning every forgotten lullabies into cacophony. 

The next time you draw 

An unsuccessful replica of my portrait, 

Remind your hand that he is wrong 

Tell him the colour is wrong. 

I am neither blue nor pink 

Not red or green or brown 

Am grey and it's forty shades,

Standing between black and white 

Because it is how it works.

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