can split the moon
in two.
A prayer of curls
and
Sparkles of pearls,
her hair.
When she was younger,
she was almost a saint
She painted herself piousness
For years she smelled of mild and growing flesh.
Known to be a damsel.
Lubnah,
was her name
She was taught modesty
not until
she grew towards
her early twenties
And a saint
became a knave
Possessed that
of a snake.
Kept muttering,
“I will grill myself to my taste.”
And showed that
no generation of
the python
is friendly,
And told that
their kisses and spittles
are filled with dark
poisons as
to what had been
behind
her sanctity.
A voice asked
from beneath
a broken piece:
“Did you grill her to God’s taste?”
Her smile
can split the moon
in two.
A prayer of curls
and
Sparkles of pearls,
her hair.
When she was younger,
she was almost a saint
She painted herself piousness
For years she smelled of mild and growing flesh.
Known to be a damsel.
Lubnah,
was her name
She was taught modesty
not until
she grew towards
her early twenties
And a saint
became a knave
Possessed that
of a snake.
Kept muttering,
“I will grill myself to my taste.”
And showed that
no generation of
the python
is friendly,
And told that
their kisses and spittles
are filled with dark
poisons as
to what had been
behind
her sanctity.
A voice asked
from beneath
a broken piece:
“Did you grill her to God’s taste?”