Scar
A flaw down a valley of
Human soul.
I am talking on the scar,
The blemish,
Down the left chin of the girl.
Observe it,
Be curious but touch it
And a stream
A flood of rainy river
Will take you
To the land of violent
Dark conducts.
The teeth of animal past
The call of
Demon to enjoy bloodless
Blood on hand...
See the scar down her left chin
And wait till
She obliterates beyond
Memories.


Comments: 14
Thanks for posting this to Short Story and More!
but not sure I understand the ending...she obliterates the reader, or is obliterated herself?
And if this was not the intention of the Poetic Piece, it is certainly speaking out to my spirit that way.
The words . . . the words in this Poetic Piece strike hard, strike fast, and expose truth --
"bloodless
Blood on hand..."
Words to describe the murders done through violence without blood. All the same, it is still murder -- murder of a soul -- murder of a spirit -- murder of innocence. . . .
And it is indeed, "A flaw down a valley of Human soul." as you've relayed.
And . . . "the land of violent
Dark conducts." ~ cycles of abuse -- which are. . .
"The teeth of animal past" ~ (animalistic actions) -- but are they PAST?
(which is indeed a demonic act but forth as a demon call)
. . . "And wait till
She obliterates beyond
Memories". . . .
puts forth the QUESTION -- "WHY WAIT" -- Why not INTERVENE?
EXCELLENT POETIC WORK PODDAR!
This poetic piece is a deep well of many thoughts.
Awaiting your next Poetic Piece.
Blessings ~
Rene A.
love it