Cannot see blood.
Someone had drawn a line
on wrist with a blade.
You were not
aware of living dead,
tangled. No snake.
Bite. Browning skin
cracked. Sleeping along orchid.
Now ultima Thule.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2024 19:58
- Category: Nature
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