It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.
Can I come out of
your body and kneel
before death?
Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.
A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.
Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.
Can you eat your
words please?
There is nothing left on the plate.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
Just an awesome read! The imagery brought me to a point of such joyful enthusiasm; then in an instance, I saw it? (Damn) There was nothing left on my plate! Great read thanks. Write On! VaV-VOOM!
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