Poet-3 Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Poet-3

Rating: 5.0


Brains foggy;
Sharp claws of crab tweaked my neck
Night snake clung my legs
Leech making jokes sucking my blood
Hot poisonous needle
Radically piercing my eyes
Hands just skin and bones...

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Wednesday, June 1, 2016
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