Spinning Pt. II
Lucent ceramics leak color
Like a faucet bludgeoned
Shards sear my skin
Scathed like Dante’s
Scratched like stone
Each twenty-four hours a sentence
Dour inferno slashes then retracts
A reaper grim, tingling to hover
To claim your life
Swinging jagged foil
Contorted like a sculpture
Strikes the neck, probes veins
Gashes gush, Old Faithful
I’ve learnt the art of deception
Subtleties the placidity
That seeps through what quivers
Like a rising flame
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