There, time saw vulturous circling
in the lagoon blue sky
clear sunlight
burning the depth of skin
it used to be where shyness was instilled
humble bone deep
and tendons flexing and careful
suddenly fame clamored
over the walls built
in delirious moment believing
all was made of gold
walking over dunes sweltering, glittering
unaware how far a distance been
and as the sun dips exhausted
the plummeting of degrees
you open your eyes
and hear the satiated squawk
to see skin stripped to bone
and know the scavengers had closed in.

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I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them. I write novels, poems and scripts. I paint. I have two Kindle novels, In Strange Company, and Charming Mr. Stewart on Follow me and my progress on my blog,, on Twitter @evacharya, Facebook 'Author/Filmmaker- Eva Acharya', and sign up for my email.

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