SHAYTAN

I saw Shaytan,

wearing a glamorous mini,

showing her teeth,

covering only the teat

with a rope

that wasn't strong enough

to climb her palm tree with.

She flashed

with her headlights.

I saw the illuminating stars

in her baby blue

beneath her protracted brow.

She signaled

with her forefinger,

with her half-opened door,

curtainless door.

My eyes captured the picture

I wanted to view from all angles.

Then, I entered,

and couldn't say ta'awuzu

behind the closed door.

P-Seven Creates