Perversion

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At Pen: Raina Ghosh

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no food on the plate, running late on television

dad’s late, mum’s mad

she’s crying alone, alone in the corner

covertly anticipating to get out of the affliction

she loved everything

it’s getting hard for her to respire

but scars on her wrist

makes her exuberant

canning her down over and over again

never been treated oh so well

the abuse of the maiden counterpart

that of the laws and police

came out like,

lashes on her back and bruises on her neck

bed broken, doors slammed ajar and fragmented down

mum said, food’s not ready yet.

stripping away

her neglected legacy

layer by layer

no bit of fluorescence in her darkened life

flashes on a better life – A DISTANT FUTURE

fists of fire

fists of fury

lightening the flames even more wider

she wipes away the salty rivers across her face

nobody to construct a dam across her chest

her capability to built an ocean

is something you’d surely die for.

love of her life

keeps on hurting her

but keeps her existence as well

his kicks feels like kisses on her skin

he says he loves her

although it’s like the 14th time.

a breath of poison

lingering in her lungs

giving her nothing but

a will to remain his daughter forever.

poisoning her blood

into her heart

spreading through her body

entering her brains

asphyxiating her mind

just like a bastard creeper

don’t be astonished to see her scars and bruises

if you ever plan to go on a journey with her.

away from her life

to somewhere far and beyond.

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