Explosions

Violence unalloyed. I want you to hear the noise, light and blast. Shrouded inside, a chandelier breaks in splinters of hymns- all enveloping. In the positional vertigo, you hit the nail. I call it quits, undating a curve, an arch. Incubation. It was incomplete. They will parade the victim naked, because she was raped. Why did she let loose the testosterones ? Walking ferns and wish bone. The inmate wants nothing. She has come to stay in dark till the sun unrises. Satish Verma