To all Creepy Uncles

Jaya Prakash A
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

I am no boy, a man, or a wise dead
Who knows no courage,
Only a shell breathing inside.
Around the old house, I run
With a mind to hunt the spiders
Feeding on my family’s treasures.

A girl of black eyes sulking
above a tree falls before my sight.
I care to take a seat
Next to her salty wet pants.
She sings of sorrow, loss and life
I blink of the depth she had fallen.

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