The Cameo

Chinks― honest to nails, 
averting the wants. 
It was very dark here. 
My screams were not reaching to you. 

The sublety seeps 
into conversation. Salt was 
very bitter. Tears swirl at 
the banks of hurts. The stains 
were becoming darker. 

Poachers were honing 
their pens. Someone falls 
out of line, to take revenge 
on the gods. 

Weather was changing. 
No dress code was needed 
to take a dip in holy water. 
A moon crunch will meet you in nude.