A halt before the nefarious shop
and a gruntled gaze of the butcher
amidst silent chaos.
In the cramped cage where we count
our breaths and wait for death
where time is a living paradox and
sequent goodbyes plummet incessant
tepid rivulets gloomier than a serpent's alley.
My eyes loiter at the horrendous sight
One after another, the hair on her
skin twitched out callously.