the reductivist.

the reductivist.

A Poem by gunagya sokal

nauseous, quaking body. 

ruled a thousandth' anxiety.


skin was all scale, all scale. 

gleamed, metal. 

steel, sheen.

i am a burglar. i squelch,
gurgle suffocated. 
gutted. 
veteran now seeks refugee in even under the war trend.


i gagged. 

when was the last time i was offered courtesy? 



too sick to fit in. too ill. terminably ill. 
and maybe I'll grow a soft thong for it too. 
and maybe I'll grow a pair too. 
a pair of thick paper, tappy slippers. 
whine. wine. 
when was the last time i had some courtesy? 


whine. 
i whine therefore I am white; the hears of a hare. 

white as pristene; white as a tube. 
all i eat is a body lotion.


white as clarity. 


white. 

white tastes bitter as f**k. disgustingly bitter. 


i still pick the maggots akin. they're rather slither on the palate.
their yellowish, custard tinge gives me a grotesque ailment of some salt. salt out of a steel sprinkler. 

i am the red flag. 
red it all is.

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© 2025 gunagya sokal


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gunagya sokal
gunagya sokal

India



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20 year old male writer. experimentation and critique regarded; i'm here to put myself out for a bit. i particularly write in avant-garde and surrealist literature. content disclaimer: strong lang.. more..