Love Your Enemy by Prerna Bakshi

Your One Phone Call

They say
So I love them
By killing them softly
With my kisses
Dripping with this
Unquenchable hate
That grows stronger
With each passing day
As bitter and rich as
Dark chocolate
As bright as the
Color red
Blood red
Trust me
When I say
My kisses are
Irresistible
Inescapable
To die for
Killing
Quite literally
My other enemies
Would attest for it
Or at least
They could
If they were
Still alive.

Prerna Bakshi is a sociolinguist, research scholar and writer of Indian origin, currently based in Macao. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Red Fez, Muse India, Postcolonial Text, Theory in Action, Hysteria, Misfit magazine, Grey Sparrow Journal, Asahi Shimbun and elsewhere. She could be found on Twitter: @bprerna Prerna Bakshi is a sociolinguist, research scholar and writer of Indian origin, currently based in Macao. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Red Fez, Muse India, Postcolonial Text, Theory in Action, Hysteria, Misfit magazine, Grey Sparrow Journal, Asahi Shimbun and elsewhere. She could be found on Twitter: @bprerna

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