My words are broken,

tumbling from my lips
like shattered teeth

or maybe rotten apples
thrown too far from the tree.

e phabaj či perel dur katar o kašt
tu san e phabaj?

Are you my daughter?
she asks, her tongue full of pebbles

and her heart full of stone.

Words crowd my mouth,
crawling into my lungs
and curling there like
venomous snakes.

No, I tell her.

I was born out of thick
black smoke, empty bottles
and broken words.

 

 

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