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)
Colors Are Crawling Out Of The Board
Mehdi Othman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/28/2019
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