Trafficking

satishverma

The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.

A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-

your genome
from you saliva. Prayer
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.

The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2016 22:47
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 23
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