a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ]
where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known.
swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility.
barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
in a parched throat.
kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
shadows stumble, shoes fade—
a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer.
#adropofhumanity
