No Malaise

satishverma

I trace the path of murder, reclaiming
the blood stains
on grass. Becoming a stranger
in my own land.

Stranger? Yes.
Lead name missing.
Always wanted

less than enough.

I bare my chest
scrawling a blue butterfly trying to
unwrap the colour.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2016 23:42
  • Category: Nature
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