Prose Poetry


I can’t address you as dear—I just can’t dare. I act like a daredevil at times, but I will be the devil himself if I form alliance with you. You captured each moment of how she was captured. But before a caption can fill the news headline to fill people in on how their necks including their heads are on the line, you suffered a rupture. You bore the secret till your death; you owe her a debt by concealing actions of such depth.

Camera, be calmer in death; you can’t stop karma.

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