tongues of hell lick the soles of your feet
ravishingly, scathingly
and you walk on planks of thin hazed leather
cautiously, ignorantly
and through the fire
the brimstone and mire
faces smile, like melting rubber clown face masks
as it engulfs first limbs, then hearts
as it results, in pain, as the stars
extinguish
one
by
one
you laugh, at a joke
in a cocktail bar
as we burn like moths
in the smallest of flares
you gleam in the heat
and spark at the stares of the people
around you
you light up and smoke and we start to choke
and you are not
even
aware.
A contest entry
- even... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 15, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very twisting piece of your sentiments.. love it..My thanks for sharing it and entering my contest...my friend..
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