The Prayer
What is tragedy?
I want everyone around me dead
I want their interrogative eyes
to be plucked and mashed
their cruel hand, battered down
their lying tongues, beforked and friedMeat by meat
let vultures eat
these flesh of lies
these tyrant spies
I want them dead, I want them deadAnd yet they walk
do ‘artist’ talk
my stomach churns
I could vomit all over their canvases.The Gestapos!
I want you dead.
Don’t you dare touch my flesh
your ‘love’ you may
pour into another hole
the acid of it
has corroded my soul.
- bhushita
You stare at me from across the room, eyes never blinking. Keep staring at me the way you are, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back from ravaging you the way you deserve.