a thought

a thought of mine slipped off

your hollow collar bone

like a drunk waterdrop



it followed your translucent vein

which was visible beneath your neck

that vein took my thought towards your bosom

and my thought blushed

at the thought of circling around

that pink ring


then it trickled down and

reached the slump of your stomach

which was filled with empty air

and it changed its shape

a million times

and my thought changed too


thought turned colorless

thought turned blind & deaf

the bug of panic bit my thought

and it went mad


something was pulling my thought with full force

and my thought got distorted, distracted

my thought lost its breath


it got sucked in

something sucked it

something filled with cruel wrath.



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