The rosette sun of evening sky

mingles into the oblivious black, like

a white noise of elegy passing through

the braille fingers of a blind girl.

I dance, two legs of a dead frog,

touched with metal-coloured electrodes.

Brilliant devil,

stop gifting me apples

I had enough.

When river flooded, you grabbed me

by the roots of my hair,

bending your eyelash behind hidden,

bulging eyes of a monster.

Your cheek scar, the heart of holiness

yet to be properly named,

shone like the wasp of god’s hair.

Like a big cat playing with a poor rat,

You claimed me-

your mud prints half on

my spiral blood structure.

Behind chained cloak of the door

you hid me, while I scattered

my tears in the floor- poor Rapunzel

with no long curls,

no prince to save.

My fingers vomited words,

the ignorant children who didn’t know

that no on writes poems on a battle field.

You polish the grotesque mask

of loving parent, day after day,

month after month, year after year.

I should clasp the legs of every stranger,

with a smile even when am eating poison,

 because that is what a good girl does.

I held all my pieces together,

hoping the glue will work

and realized that somethings won’t work.

This knighthood, a foolish adventure,

Made me a coffee mug filled with bile.

All I want was to be free- your silly child

who used to dream.

You called me a sinner,

ready to kill me for the sake of your gods.

You prayed for me to return from the dead,

for a miracle, and I was burning,

but no one saw.

You cursed my girlhood,

not ready to let me walk alone.

All you wanted was obedience,

which I lacked.

But you should know that

I will trade the whole world

to rub away the belly button and

 erase the sacred blood.

May be that will give both of us

what we deserve- happiness.

Start praying for such miracles.

Until then spare me.

Let me be in my own inferno.

A ladder near the white tree-

a helpful friend to put

a knot without so much fuss.

Every leaf tremble,

their hands pressed against 

the blue I lend to the night.

Finally, am free.

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