4 december 2020
Melting Nowhere
Everything was in place,
and I started to find-
the kingpin, door by door.
Wanted to know more about the death,
when you were struck in silence-
of blackness.
Displaying the art of kill. It has
an ancient throw of fangs.
I am ready to catch the blues.
All day the hibiscus has
been bleeding. I will never
disappoint the skin of the pilgrim.
Oh pink eyes. Sometimes
I wonder, why this shade rests
after wedding a celibate.
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