Cutglass Dreams: History

Friday

History

In the light of an obedient flame
that drinks oil from a rusty can,
With the scalpel of history,
I am carving out flowery wounds
upon my chest.

5 comments:

megha puNAter" said...: hear hear; 3:38 AM
Sagar Kolte said...: Megha~ :); 8:20 PM
bela said...: Deliciously sado-masochist.; 5:16 PM
Sagar Kolte said...: Bela~ haha, thanks.; 7:43 PM
RustyNeurons said...: Why do we do it? we do all the time.; 2:12 AM

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