Crisscross

When speed overtakes you, incision on black marble crashes. Before the moonrise your bygone sister falls in your arms crying. Babydeath had jumped from the second floor to meet the earthquake of icy forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide wanted to know, who was to be blamed ? Wind is split on two counts.One was the lazy sun and second were the clouds in absence. An evil eye has a theme of breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug. Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to climb on a hot wall of bonelight. Satish Verma