Existence

A toddler unrobes the secret of death. Modifies the circadian rhythm of honeybees, opens the daisy clock. Cage of tears. The virus had the acrid odor of sulphide. Decay. It never happened before. Spring was helpless. Primrose forgot to secrete the nectar. Stones were everywhere, on beds, fabrics, eyes and berets. The white walls were painted with blue camels. Smiling ? A cold moon walks on coiled snakes consuming the venom of incendiary itch. The grey people were dancing on broken glass. Blood will make the visitation. SATISH VERMA