Foreign vowels dipped in blue;
I could smell the dirt it brew.

Slivering skies clouded by lies;
I could forsee my nearing demise.

Over my head, I could see a piranha, waiting to feast on my dying aatma.

Lucrative thoughts; bloodthirst.
I end up feasting upon it first.

~17/10/24 EH ©

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Word count - 48
Lines - 5

Aatma( आत्मा) [åtmā] - hindi word for soul

Found this in my gallery. This was written months or years ago.

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