Incognito


by atma anna christ

*****

Wind was wild through the mind left her haywire lonely panicked

she had to strike the elephant of mooladar unwise

and fallen to the pits of fire in the great black hole

then madness can be the only safe place…

Another transaction

Another appointment

Another rush hour

her life a rat race only too long

Looking at the mirror another wrinkle to fill up

as long as she can buy some more someplace someone…

This is only part of the story

Drawing by George Haslam

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