Word Clitoris Awake

In poetry, we seek certainty, we seek ourselves. You will be lost in the prose of this postmodern poetry book Word Clitoris Awake. Because the words on these pages are dedicated to helping you see the inner beauty in the mirror, what's stay in-between, finding the strength to conquer your love, loss, grief, death & reality, gaining the confidence to ask, discover the truth about life insecurities, and to remind why you are such a powerful creature, and still, you're the weakest.
Each included postmodernism narrative poem tells such a story_ a murderer kills people because he is manmade in ordinary society, why love is unbelievable, the body of a sold-out prostituted teenager in a red petticoat, life story about a goddess, a lover seeks love from his beloved, epic story of the moving world seen in the telescope, captivity in the fence of questions, lighthouse rejoicing, destruction of civilization, hidden fear, unspoken words, love espresso, symbolic thoughts, fascination, luxury, silence, life story, desire to be accused God, appeal to perfection, Bengali traveler, and many more.
There is a saying, every great shelf begins with a tiny particle, every poetry is born in the guise of a story.
Every poetry within the word clitoris awake described is created an obscure city. Where rules of life what's you seek to be vaguely precise, prim, but slightly twisted. Such as,
Red petticoat

Do you want something, sir?
A young girl,
this one is upstairs.
Let's not worry.

Get up, a customer coming,
bitch, wake up from the bed.
the body says God forbid,
I haven't slept since last week.
Let me sleep for a while,
you don't have to make money today.
Mule says if you don't ride the raft,
I have to die without eating tomorrow,
Now, get up bitch.

Secluded fallen body woke up
half asleep
hymn draped all over on petticoat
goes to bed in contempt and open up rusty blouse
rest of the clothes,
half-open eyes look at faded paint on the roof,
that is a lying animal,
What? Won't you come, sir?

British house on the side of a broken road,
middle of the large room, few beds.
Here, after losing virginity
adolescent girls become women.
Although they are young
they are not girls anymore
used object, decay in thirsty fatigue_
every soul_
to survive a perverted body.

In the twilight raft corpse's eater can be seen
there is no cheap mascot on the side of the road.
I've heard a lot, couldn't understand
what happens inside a lustful mind?
Touch of the body runs through mind-door_
the body appears in the corpse hole
as if she is an object un-mind.
As a buyer, I want cold meat
buried alive within another body.
Worship the body
my body wants happiness in a broken soul.

Body gives passionate love promise,
my cadaver can give you a paradise of happiness.
What? Won't you come, sir?
In answer, spells majaab religion...