Three Zips unlock
a damaged soul
a torn heart
and ?
the second zip
revels
in shrouded beauty
the third reveals
broken love as art
the first -
well that zipper don't work
it is naked and bare to the
unsheathed eye
that my love is alien
it is a force in a cell
imprisoned by madness
caught by cupid's flame
soaked in unrequited
despair and war,
hate.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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