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Poetry
Cursed Stones
AHILYA RAMNARAYANAN
Oh look, how she runs over Cursed Stones
the ground littered with broken bones,
Skeletons of Long Lost Souls;
who died a Vengeful Death
The Silence Of The Lambs is all they heard
before the Corroded Knife sliced into their chest.
They should be grateful
that it wasn’t Painful, Slow or Torturous
it was Sharp, Quick and Instantaneous,
before you knew it;
The Peasants had lost Consciousness.
Their Eyes Glazed over,
their Tongues Lolled out
their Souls left their Body
and I unleashed the Hounds;
Who bounded towards deceased
sniffing the air, for the Sweet Scent of Blood..
Those Scarlet Stains, were nowhere to be seen
but lay among the Depths of the Bodies-
Blown to Smithereens.
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