Tehran
25 ноября 2020 г., 11:34
She walks alone
It's 3 p. m. coming back home
Black mascara flows behind
Her raven-black niqab
Her heart bleeds
She doesn't care
Or she pretends that she is
It's silence
So much silence
Everything is torpid
If only she could stop it
Get answers for her "why"
Pour ache onto the tile
And end all suferceses
She's going faster
Trying to slip in dust
To dissapear, to run
Into the ash haze of Tehran
