Kava Kava

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. I gave you my voice, my roses. I am not afraid of an impromptu death, but I was connected to time-space of killing grounds of truth to save the tears salt. I promised myself a zero gravity. And you might take Kava kava to resolve the conflict between round tables and square chairs. I will go on starvation death in moon washed landscape freezing my breath to release my soul. SATISH VERMA