Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on...

If you walk straight under the
shadow of moon, to the salt lake...

Out of the cleft lip comes
a muffled voice...

After self-immolation,
what has been left with me...

When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate...

He was still paying the price
for ultimate unbending...

Night was not worth
selling the womb. Biological warheads...

Being alone,
writing poetry...

It slithers, the tongue
trying to find...

After a sacred kill
you thrived in scriptures...

Decanting the soul
to achieve the silence...

I would give anything to die
in you, in your belly...