Only tasted

Hateful thoughts

Like fresh lemon drops

Soured the palate



Unfurling conspiracy

Like expensive wine

Treasured and proud

Secret meetings.


Murderous intentions

Like Roasted fish bone

Pierced the inside

Intravenous lines.


Loaded ammunition

Like bitter coffee

Burned all the way down

Poisonous drugs.


Silent murder

Like cranberry juice

Sweet sour revenge

Induced coma.



She never knew. Never saw. Never felt.


Written in response to the death of our Chief Minister and the subsequent political upheaval in Tamil Nadu, India.




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