The Prick
It
Bothers me
To the extent of
Causing my breath to quicken itself
And having, in my body, loud exploding stars
Regretfully, I wish it was a boon from the skies
Yet, the deep voice of my soul sings
Of sin's
Power!
17 June 2017
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017
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