The Prophet

A brief encounter with
an octopus, climbing in the
bed, to wrap around―


a brown rock. A strange―
allegory for a fallen king.
An alien of far world?


There was no sound.
The message moves through the covers
to open a third eye.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2022 19:34
  • Category: Nature
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