Collecting The Relics

by Satish Verma   Aug 15, 2022


Predicted to fall.
Man battling against his
demonic spirits.

A killer silence
becomes a knife. Slicing your thumb.

You want to invoke
the missing gods, sleeping
under the dams.

No one should bring
me to tears. I disapprove
the color of blood.

My bones are becoming
stronger, without flesh. I walk
without legs on the hills of fog.

Do not throw the
acid on moon. Hands
will do.

You cannot pass through
a ring of fire. Bonding fails.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ricky Story

    This one is like a thorn in my paw…. Taste good…. But hurts because pain is real too
    Rs