Colors Are Crawling Out Of The Board

I sit lonely behind a dead table

So he was

slaughtering a

woman as a chick

Then hanging her as an electoral propaganda in the arena of "liberation"

I kept bleeding like a dead leg with a military boot

The shadow of blood was bleeding from the ceiling until it reached the hole

of the door

I switched off the TV.

So that blood would not enter my room

(othmene mehdi/tunisia)