Vaporization

Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor brought the climate change for a flag which flew at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started selling its salt to land sharks. These days I am becoming introvert . The needles have become blind, cannot stitch the god given sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion of a truth. I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid mate who set my skin blue after I drank her proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the bones for a glow of death which comes when you give away your life for a pink sun. Satish Verma