Acidic faces - a humble absorption.
Distortions, accepted
as clean networks in a green eyeball.
Faces flowing as a stream
of black decay, from our skulls
'Others' is an entity
falling for a pit or falling in it.
Base of a base seems lost.
Dilution occurring through kisses
or shutters of infinite resolutions.
Legs become the silent dunes, they cover
Curves preventing from falling,
help in getting stuck and rotting.
Spaces make deadly chemicals
get artistic recognition.
Two roads indulged in zombie meets,
left twisted in a quake.
Fragile fingers now learning
to narrate life with bones, or at least tend to
War has left none rock stiff but bones
and war is when it is to the bone
as some young minds in the middle
of nowhere, of a deserted, bare chest
wrapped in soft, damp, dead twigs,
screaming, take a bath, take a bath.
