Violence In A CupA Poem by Satish VermaThe winged sex of the module/wants to stay naked.
The winged sex of the
module/wants to stay naked. Everything backs it up to become a suicide bomber on the beach. A cactus will not bloom tonight. A shirt was loaned to the tortured torso without head and limbs. She was possessed by a black spirit of a squirrel, which was killed by a hatchet. Bit by bit a moth was eaten alive by the ants. Only the dry wings were clapping. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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