Exorcism

Crumbling walls neverending, stories inscribed incrementally, I need to hear it, lung depth and chested, spiriting from Moroccan roof top terraces, gardens of Eden, jewelled crescents and blush rose trellises, a prayer once forsaken remembered to break ancestral spells from the devilish, loyal to you, to a fault, ignoring the you who was menacing. That slight inflection inside the arch of your throat, yuzu and cinnamon, purple skin on sticky lashes, black tears and crackling teeth, decaying underneath I let in what I believed, I thought you were my freedom, but you were deceit.