satishverma

Taboos

This was a shock treatment. 

Becoming friends 
with aperitifs. 

We drink the eyes 
in remorse. 

Unabridged. I clean the words 
on the whiteboard. The 
tongues were black. 

Dilemma of stings. 
No flesh was left 
on the bones. 

The body, 
becomes a river. 
You are drowned 
in pink folds.



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