The fires of that dark pit
await me , calling for my name,
sinister eyes on my flailing limbs.
Smell of burnt cotton,
low smokes rolling on the mound,
eyes flickering on and off.
Oh my lord ! The sin
of his tongue inside my mouth.
Now it tastes like poison ashes.
Blinding my eyes,
the giant leopard of fire
hunting for the wretched touch.
Shattering the reverie,
the water pond of hell,
the coal in my eyes,
and the pale life that dribbles away.
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MELLIFLUOUS
Poetry** A poetry collection ** Best Ranking : #1 in Poetry -- 21/06/2022
