【by Isabella Zohreh】

my mother is dead in the freshly sown dirt
my father’s seed grows in her decomposing flesh

do you know that you’re being slaughtered like fattened sheep?
that demeter’s nectar is the platelets in your blood?
do you know that we’re ruled by a bearded rapist in the sky?

the moon is a mass of dead titans
sirens swarm the pools in the craters
swinging madly on green vines
drunk on warfare and dead, innocent sailors

do you know the warmth of human skin?
do you know how to love?

have you forgotten how to sew your lips to a man’s?
have you forgotten how to spread your legs and hook them around his back?

let’s celebrate the lessons of my grandmother’s son
have you forgotten what venus has given?

i will bring you life, grant you another hour in this lawless realm
the atheists will never know the warmth of this carnal song
you’ll likely die, but death is just the starting line

we journey further into rose-coloured hades
your blooming flower clinging on for dear life,
clinging to rods and caverns of despair

we reach our final destination with a wet, explosive kiss
my father’s groin filled with baby-pink death

you lie on my great aunt’s carpet, naked and spent
knocked out from the miniature death
but death is just the beginning, and it hasn’t even hit you yet

wake up my child, and you can do it all over again.