out of the cement
the plaster
come unholy diamonds.
these slate men pointing fingers
at priestesses goddesses hookers in silver.
water pools from the salivating mouths
of a thousand saviors with coal-like hands
given by these loincloths of silk and pearl
above caverns corroded by greed and
divine intentions.
Farah Ghafoor is fifteen years old and likes the way “poet” tastes in her mouth. She lives in Ontario, Canada, where she enjoys smelling perfume samples and thinks she deserves a cat. Farah is a co-founder and an editor at Sugar Rascals. Her work is published or forthcoming in Alexandria Quarterly, alien mouth, Whirlwind, Moonsick, and elsewhere. Find her online at fghafoor.tumblr.com.