Hysterectomy
Extracting parts
To be catalogued
For the sake of quelling
A verbal diuretic deluge
Of absolute lunacy
Hysterical rampages
Through queues of
Blank-faceless-faces
And empty voices ring
In my ears
Telling singular stories of
Wreckless “good-old-days”
Gone sweet bye and bye
Left knowing only life’s little secret
Whispered in an almost-drunken
Haze
Beneath my breath.
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