by Satish Verma   Nov 9, 2017

The desire,
rises like a spire-
from cloud forest.
You are a flesh eater.


You go into a foray
for the food.
A shrine trembles. A blood
stained body leaves the room.


A prayer
screens the faces of all
gods. Who was going to undertake
fast unto death?


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    by Em

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    by Brenda

    As always you write with so much mystery, it's mesmerising.

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      How genuine of you Brenda!!

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