Black Dahlia Poem by Afrooz Jafarinoor

They had plucked half of your petals
And you still laughed
The bloody fingers of jealousy
Split your mouth down to your ears
And you still laughed
You couldn't help it any more,
The more you took it serious,
The more you told yourself
'I'm back home again,
I'm getting beaten again'
By a man as old as your father
By a woman at the age of your mother

The smell of blood makes the wolf wild
It sharpens the sense of spite
And your endless smile smelled of blood
And your playful eyes would'nt shut
The eyes that resembled hers
They were beautiful but hungry
And strolled around streets for a smile
And had driven the devil crazy

They had to cut you off your stem
They had to suck the juice off your phloem
In case you might root in the soil
And grow another black dahlia from yourself!