Apocalypse Ii
Night was drowsy and opiated,
Hollow moon suspended,exfoliated
Over the spiraled staircases,
Blood drips chaotic from anemic faces.
I can hear the dismal cacophony..
Girls, gaunt cheeks, bones scrawny
wobbling in perpetual hysteria,
Clock of apocalypse ticks, Mamma mia!
Life is a kaleidoscope made
By a magician and it is said
That he knows the secret of death
Like me, you and Sylvia Plath.
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RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
09/16/2017
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