Confessions from a murderer
I set the trap;
tricked him into
a catacomb of
words;
rhymes
and allusion
got him
all dizzy;
my naked
words as
they danced
aroused him,
somewhere in
between the
line breaks
I caught hold
of him;
took out
my metaphors
sharpened
on the
whetstone
of time;
I confess!
I confess!
I gorged his
eyes out;
amputated
his
arms
tore his
guts out
and severed
his head
off.
with a profusion
of hazy
images
I wiped
the floor;
I dumped
his body
in a heap
of discarded
poems;
with
metaphors
back in
their sheaths
I left the scene
with just
a blank
space
and a full
stop
at the end
The poet can be reached at sameemwani1@gmail.com.
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