Poezja

Immersion in a regal 
carnage. Ash colored dawn 
was gang-raped. 
 
A bullet-ridden sexism 
shuts out the fame. 
Starts a chilling confession. 
 
O, my orion 
I adore your ruffled 
stance. Do not make a kill. 
 
Sunflower, why your 
seeds were participating 
in bonfire of a moon? 
 
They came for a sexual 
encounter. But found a prism 
exacting a gun.