Day-5 NaPoWriMo- 2020
image:Sunita Prasad
Their larynxes are plastic lagoons
Breathing in hot molten lava
Tasting rancid thoughts and smelling of phosphorous
They spoke in honeyed tones.
Carlos planted seeds on the Jacinto island hoping for the rains.
They watched while acid oozed from their hateful eyes
The sweetness in the air was an alarm call
"Susegad" is the world they believe
Kindness wrapped in a tinge of jealousy, they whispered,
"Patrao, boro muree?"
The foreign goods smelt of camay soaps and Marlboro, which wafted in their drawing rooms
Dark secrets lurked in that wooden trunk, which had lace, nuts, and green notes
Carlos believed people on their face value, an understatement indeed.
They dig a pit behind his back, the knives were sharpened in the darkness
A soft thud and a loudmouth
Can land you in a death trap
The avian listener understood the plot
Not all neighbors are good at mending fences.
Participating in : http://www.napowrimo.net/
Their larynxes are plastic lagoons
Breathing in hot molten lava
Tasting rancid thoughts and smelling of phosphorous
They spoke in honeyed tones.
Carlos planted seeds on the Jacinto island hoping for the rains.
They watched while acid oozed from their hateful eyes
The sweetness in the air was an alarm call
"Susegad" is the world they believe
Kindness wrapped in a tinge of jealousy, they whispered,
"Patrao, boro muree?"
The foreign goods smelt of camay soaps and Marlboro, which wafted in their drawing rooms
Dark secrets lurked in that wooden trunk, which had lace, nuts, and green notes
Carlos believed people on their face value, an understatement indeed.
They dig a pit behind his back, the knives were sharpened in the darkness
A soft thud and a loudmouth
Can land you in a death trap
The avian listener understood the plot
Not all neighbors are good at mending fences.
Participating in : http://www.napowrimo.net/
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