Torn
In tattered
Bits of fabric
Surprisingly left
Behind
A leftover
Of a beastly feast
Ripping through flesh
Red
Dripping through my legs
Kissing
In harassing intimacy
The inside
Of shaking thighs.
The colour
That worshipped idols
Painted
Tainted
Dribbling on a skin
Now infamous
Soaked in red
That marks
A man’s lost rule
Flowing down
To paint
That inch
It dared to reveal
Punished
For existing.
Shh it gagged my tongue
As it ran down my legs
Shh. It’s red alert.
–Ojhal
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