24 july 2022
Blast Cells
I forget,
leaving behind― ambiance
of your arms,
burn the windows―
not to come back.
Preparing for
water burial of moral questions,
where the unnamed pledges sit.
Now theft has taken
place of stakes, meant for black lungs.
Tongue sucks the acid
of hairless assault. You
won't subscribe to buy the oral taste.
From trees, death strikes,
without wings. Tears float
with glory.
Will, not count
the ordinal numbers.
There was a zero to begin with.
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