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Creeping Dresses
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Satish Verma Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.
In nine short lines, you
In nine short lines, you create a sense of foreboding horror, which us centered around the fifth and sixth lines. There, the poem defines the place as "an eerie loveland," and describes the "holy people" who "tear earth's womb." Within the context of the poem, those otherwise ordinary phrases become wildly charged with an implicit horror which resonates from them through the entire poem. Even in a second reading, the horror does not diminish.
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