Dark Necessities

Superfluous lips confess

The beautiful grimace

Of a Red Myrmex

When stings

An Airborne Phoenix.


Handcuffed knobs hold

The splintered doors

Of a Slaughter House

That sits

Deep in Thoughts.


Tell me,have you realised

The metastasis

From past bliss to remote grief?

Ah,the secrets of created creatures

Have caressed me so carelessly

That I came to be Science Fiction.





  • Augustus

    I am not familiar with the writer or painter but now am intrigued.

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