Some Thinking Space

satishverma

Asking for privacy, a 
green snake becomes deviant, 
and turns lunatic. 

Lunacy demands innovation― 
like atavism, returning 
to primitiveness. 

The fear becomes 
your enemy. Instinct develops 
to kill, to slay. 

Again a beheading, you 
wash your hands 
with the blood of a god. 

And dedicate your 
life to a goddess of bodypiercing 
crime, soaring high.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2019 19:43
  • Category: Nature
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  • psychofemale

    a great read. thanks for sharing



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