ONLY A LITTLE MORE TO GO

SHOOT. Am not too good with promises. Damn me. Guess I am back. Shoot. :) Isnt even a week!



ONLY A LITTLE MORE TO GO.

Colours. Yellow, green, violent pink,
And then black, white, and infinite grey,
Peer into the shadows,
A flicker of a movement,
If you stare, she'll slip away.
The rain's here and so is she,
Footsteps muffled by the dark green moss growing underneath.
And now it snows,
She strides free under the camouflage,
No, don't go close, she abides in tender flesh.
Stabbing slowly in the back.
Pulling you down, hollow, hollow black.
A beauty in her own way,
Waxy, pale, marble smooth.
Slow eater. Thoroughly, without pauses.
Smirks licking her fingers clean,
Blood smeared on her pursed lips.
She doesn't scream-a silent soul,
Knitting blue-grey into the happy colours.
On her maternal chest I wail,
Her indifference pleasing, almost amorous.
Devoid of guns and two-edged swords,
Only the strength to cut open defences.
Hush, Don't moan, there's only a little more left to go.