16th December 2013

Satish Verma

Leaning against the shadow 
of self, starting the 
monologue. With the fall 
I don't want to think of the other. 

The beasts. 
I give a call, to someone 
over there, 
who will listen. 

A systematic peel, opens 
the doorless cage and 
sets free the malignancy― 

to spread. Now multiple argan 
failure, stares at you, 
celebrating the anniversary 
of the rape. 

We are made up of 
charcoal, writing on the walls 
with dark fingers― 
name of the victim.