identity lost

 geetha munnurcode

needless to stress
those are razorsharp-
pricking needles
piercing the inner self

an outburst of chaos
though seems simmering
down to a calmness
but with dragon  rage
sliding at atop
the basements swivel...
getting in
deep in to the veins..
in to the nerves and

the hairs spring upright
the soul  sours up fuming...
a  shudder, too scaring ...

it's the fear
to be human
in the pool of
inhuman filth

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