Sravani singampalli

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Fireflies in their perilous eyes

Humongous their bodies

Behemoth in their demeanor

Tempestuous was the wind.

Wine-red were my tears

Crippled were their thoughts

Sprinting through the woods

Grisly things in my vicinity

Jeopardized my life.

Breaking free from monstrosity

Ashen-faced with cold feet

I became downhearted

Lost in the bizarre world.

I tried hard to escape

Those dark unfathomable eyes

My life became a spine-chilling tale

Howling sounds from behind.

Thunder in the sky seemed

Like temper tantrums

Of a frustrated old man.

The Behemoths still chasing

Their teeth like white daggers

Trying to taste

My cherry-red blood

At last clutched in their hands

Their fingers resembling

The pillar-like prop roots

Of a banyan tree.

I screeched hard with pain

My heart beating at the

Speed of a bullet train

I closed my eyes

Praying to god

To save my life

Reassured to discover my reality

As I opened my eyes.


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  1. Singampalli’s Poem A Macabre Dream is pleasurably horrifying and thrilling to read. She uses a Fresh batch of words that never allows this poem to be boring. I am growing to admire her talent with each new poem she writes. Poet Michael Ellis (United States)

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