Sorrow

“Castle of Devils” by M Jay Dixit.

Void gnawed at my guts

teeth that called my name

Pale heat of foreign city

such nights sighed tears – where

Bone Fishhook moon

throws silver knives

Stabbing heart

Violent Eyes

Rude hands

Absent manners

Prejudiced Minds

Baby Fingers tickled deep in womb

Skeletons.

illustrated in millenniums
where our scars fall,
while silence deranges
sanctity in the deep spines
and limbs of animals