Crudely Squeezing

Crude Fate hurts sight In grim light As proud flight Rude Blush In view plain Prompts disdain In raw pain Rush Soft Raw flesh feels A harsh will That now bills Loft Pain In plain rush Seeds deep blush In full gush Stain Come To know well That fond dwell On harsh tell Sums Space For lewd talk To thus stalk A last walk Face Mind Out of sync Outlives think On verge brink Blind Place Ripples fear In lost cheer As wet tears Trace Leon Enriquez 27 October 2018 Singapore