Psychic woes

Flutters a crocodile gecko his thick-edged tail,
And licks his sticky lips with his twisted tongue;
His eyes ablaze with fire, and in his abdomen,
Rotten corpses stand erect like haunting tombs.

And now – withering thuds of weighty strides
Drown the boulder, the child’s hideout,
And a wretch with a deep cut on his right jaw
Towers, beclouding him like a deformed ghost.

A tender home gecko breaks his own tiny tail
As a trick to escape from Crocodile’s grip,
Yet Crocodile lands on the tailor-less soul,
Seizes him by his neck, and they wrestle and fall.

Wresting – rustling stops, and sky stands higher;
Nature’s slow somber music laments in a choir.


Copyright © August 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay

I felt dead!

Did you feel dead,
Sopaka, my twin brother
When tightly you’re tied
To a rotten dead body?

Devil of night approached
With devilish night figures
Sniffing for rotten flesh
And for living warm blood.

I know, you saw, as I did
Opposites of humanity
When He broke your bonds
And you felt forever safe.

Copyright © Jan. 5, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay