By Manu
There was a hint of heat
in the hugs of the wind,
the heat was trying to melt
what was frozen and sinned.
The branches were benumbed,
Insouciant winter in retreat,
like worn-out leaves,
limbs were scattered on the street.
The street was filled with oddities,
people soulless and callous.
I spotted you among them,
lonely and helpless,
servant of your inner malice.
You were feeding on the
entrails of a consecrated cadaver.
In haste and hunger, crazed,
hacking with a celibate cleaver.
You didn’t want the spectators
of your diabolical bearings,
You were in disguise, wearing
the subtlety of red herrings.
You heard the unnerved sound
of my terrified tread,
the air was corrupted with pity,
By Manu
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