First, they killed my brain.
A knife that preaches their voice
Shove off my hairs.
Next, I was left alone for a month
In a chamber
"Water? Water?" - echoed the holocaust membrane.
The soil was fecund,
The sap still sang of immortal bees.
Last, they pushed the venom inside
My cells
And my precarious chlorophyll finally
Turned blue.
A blue-blooded murder.
Right away, I sang for them
my songs
Untrue.
3 March, 2022
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