Listening To Yourself

by Satish Verma   Feb 18, 2019


Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of
the cardinal sins, why
you were not able to take off
your eyes from the
macabre slaughter?

The unknowable instinct.
You abhore, but still want
to see the execution. They
were blindfolded and
were shot at the
back of head.

Decimated. You hold the
globes, making peace
with the wrongdoer.He
will not alter his ego
and why you were afraid to
react?

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  • 1 month ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Sometimes the macabre imagery of sin compels us to watch its defeat. Another excellent piece. Milly x

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