as i lie simmering in my cauldron,
i’m sharply aware of the joys of the big wide world
I do not have access to.
As i lie putrefying
In my own filth
I’m sharply aware of all the smiles
That never found my lips.
Oh, where, and what is the way out of here ?
Out of this limbo, this place with no lights
This place where the calm of death
Wreaks havoc across souls ?
-Tushara Reddy
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