The name. You were my
flesh, my bones. Forgive
me for this moment. I am
burning all my belongings.
Looking at small things,
weather beaten. I have
come back to pay my
indelible debt.
Darkness was always there.
Who am I to light the candles
in storm to glorify the thoughts―
the shrine of past sins?
Ichthyotic. I am peeling
off the skin, the dirt― the stains.
Want to stand naked, firm, rigid
and erect in my aloneness.
It was time to climb blood totem.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2019 20:09
- Category: Nature
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