The Feast of the Drain

 

 

The drain cooked

Red, hot boiling stories,

Garnished with perjury

And we relished our

Anniversary siesta.

 

The saprophyte comes alive;

I increase the temperature;

Time moans under your hair;

You set the tables

Sprinkling pawns all over

My eyelashes.

 

The drain cooked,

Stories, now arrested

For enticing us

Towards your vanity.

The egregious water

Smoked the time of chaos

When we tamed the fire

And returned to our Dalit nests,

Growing acid in our tongue,

To taste our anniversary delicacy.

 

#NaPoWriMo #Day25 #Poem25

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