Naive Poem by Ida Mustazir

Naive



all of my essential substances
that formed my body
are nailed to you
obsessions crucified
frictions of the fallen out bones
sobbing of the plasma
sure you can't hear
sure you can't fathom
how does
it feel
I was drain I was
and you are so naive

(2003)

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