Rape

Walk,

Road ahead,

The leering hyenas (rapists) waiting,

To taste a piece of meat (human flesh),

They are thirsty,

Rolling tongues,

I can see.

A nasty stare,

At my body,

I feel so dirty.

Taking a step,

I walk back,

Are they coming for me?

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Vintage ghosts of

joy and sadness

a saccharine statement

the highest expression of the autopoetic force

the incarnation and withdrawal of a God

declaration of hither swarms

accretion of the torrential becoming

instances emancipated from

all anxieties and frustrations

in the anagogic phase

made dizzy by the hybris

a regular pulsating

metre of recurrence

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