Vortex

I write symphonies on war crimes that I have survived

I let a knife strike straight down me,

Allowing a portal to open,

A portal to my inner body,

Submerged in a split second of time

I am thrown into the air

Body laying wide open

All that I was tortured with, in bloodshot red and horrowing black darkness , and blinding light cut open

Wound open , shining open for the outer world to witness

This is what made me

Malanghi Ameera

All that is suffering lies beneath

All that has been carved onto me and into me, exposed

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