Italian Impertinence Incubator
The last act of the tragedy

Insolent judgmental intruders
throughout the whole year
never asking how I am
only rigorously imposing themselves
on me
with your lifestyle
attacking and encroaching the entire country
with supposedly delicious pasta
yet
on the other side of the story
showcasing a shameless tragedy
in the last act
played mercilessly like a plague
cutting a swathe through
my soul
up to the point
of my faint sailing
in the Mediterranean
with only one thought trapped in between
these lines
to survive
your shark attacks
multiplied
with purpose, power, and persistence
accusatory works
like a murderer
inconspicuously infecting my equanimity
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To A. C.’s crowd
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August – September 2021
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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