Lies
I appeared in turquoise
dress in this town
shaded with bluish hues.
I grew with the wind,
the rain and
the rattle snake.
At night laughing
hyenas woke me up
to wet dreams while,
the full moon benignly smiled.
The rains lashed my
body and dug deep wounds.
I emerged from
hyacinth dreams
into lust for flesh.
Wounds tornado, struck again
and in their
fleshy bits and pieces
leeches grew, caterpillars
winced.
I told tales wove
around pure lies.
Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
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