Straight From Dark

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Satish Verma

Moon was walking 
like your shadow, 
grabs you from behind 
and drowns you 
in water. 

This was a battle cry 
for a beach murder. 

This will a become a talk 
of the crowd. 
Light enters a bone 
and you start glowing. 


Was it a realization 
of the awakening? The 
pain becomes your angel― 
of skin. 

The cuts and wounds become 
your words of unknown poem. 

Why you want to play 
hide and seek with strangers?

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Skin Angels

Pain - something wrong or something overly used. - slc



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