As i lie simmering in my cauldron,
i’m sharply aware of the joys of the big wide world
i do not have access to.
as i lie putrefying
in my own filth
I’m sharply aware of all the smiles
that never found my lips.
oh, where, and what is the way out of here ?
out of this limbo, this place with no lights
this place where the calm of death
wreaks havoc across souls ?
Thushara Reddy
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