Prafulla Sahu Poet Blank verse

Witchcraft

[on pollution]

I breathe smoke,
sleep in slum
hunt flesh;
over my hideous ribs
play glossy  blossoms 
sprinkling perfume of sweat.

Hey! Handsome!!
I greet you;
Sweat’s sweeter than wine,
Skin thirstier than spine,
Smoke thicker than blood,
Hunting ’s life.

Drive fast swirling smoke;
Come, cuddle and kiss ,
my silky bob!
Who says I’m ugly witch?
Under your glistening arms
I’m the fairest.

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Steven Henderson August 18, 2011 at 8:54 AM I liked this!!! I think you can also say this can be viewed as what most consider life itself in a way. Think about it! Nice write!!!! I enjoyed! Steve