Because there are some beyond words!!👍Touched!!
She was sitting on the
Window seat, lost in
Deep thoughts. Dry lines
Of tears, time and again,
Wet, yet, no emotions
In her eyes or on face.
Clutching the hem of her
Red dress, She let the tears
Flow down the cheeks,
Slightly touching her lips
And dropping down from
Chin. She was done.
She does not feel anything.
Neither the pain, nor the
Hunger, there’s no
Rumbling or growling.
Only emptiness; yearning
To be filled, yet, not adjuring.
It’s been long,
Since she detested human
Touch. The piercing of
keen and serrated objects
on her body made her
Feel more alive than
The embracing.
She had been flying in
The face of contradicting
Mind sets; setting limits
For her bearing, none
On their filth. The isolation
befriended her.
“Is it my imagination?
Or it happened for real?”
There was blood,
Blood on her hands,
Of own potential drives…
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