Militancy
a screeching halt
the bottle of malt
turning the other way
a mirror cracks implosive is the wrath
explosive is the moth
a horse drawn car in fatigue
those overground
never understand gun shots
in milling crowds.
they pull the whisky
deflate anything that is risky
and wear the afflatus
we cower, hide our faces
and drag our bodies into
hollow pits.
Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
Ananya pulls the strings of a subterranean ingenue.
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