Self grapples in a haze of mistaken identity

Spark of a thought
even an action
not enough a testimony

hammered an elemental shatter of events
zoomed in an eagle eye to changes

A  twisted look doesn’t alone make a gay, it’s more a hormonal say

Once labelled self a defensive assassinator,
Drained off an assassin bug in a hot bathtub ,
Presumed poor poisonous one’s a forced deathbed,
Shadowed events gets a light after a week now,
Survives to emerge through a tap sink, the creepy thing.

No one becomes whatever they think in crankiness


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