History of Pain

by Satish Verma   Sep 2, 2023


Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.

Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.

Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.

    report violation
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  • 8 months ago

    by Jojo

    I love the first stanza. "...wading in sand." The image of an oxymoron made clear. I can not make out the story, but it feels like a curse.

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