It Was Invasion

by Satish Verma   Feb 9, 2018

How will you measure the wide
gulf between words and hyphens?
The apostrophes will give you
restrain and isolation.

The predators will sit and
wait for the fallouts. The night
was your domain to start
sinning; in erasing the numbers.

The midnight grief during the
assault of moon. Were you ready
to unmask the hidden inter-
polator? The merciless thrush?

Candidiasis? It was eating
away your smell, your taste
and moments of glimpses
of the fire in the groins.


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