The Newspaper

Silent screaming faces
hollow voices – empty words
tragedies in wonderland
past lies covering present truth
slaps, shots , bullets and wounds
the newspaper like boneless flesh
dripping in blood thrown at my doorstep
© Priyesha  K. Nair
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