I took in the suburb my first facelift,
failed in the graveyard
In the pestle dusk
venus was overhead
got charred.
Lightning rod in the creek
of my skull
is rusted,
Undertow churning wheel of whirlpool
giving fresh wrinkles up
Too much
for my fragile facelifts.
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
I took in the suburb my first facelift,
failed in the graveyard
In the pestle dusk
venus was overhead
got charred.
Lightning rod in the creek
of my skull
is rusted,
Undertow churning wheel of whirlpool
giving fresh wrinkles up
Too much
for my fragile facelifts.
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
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