her body endures scars each night,
with no one to turn to,
she bottles it all in
with unsaturated doses of whiskey,
while waiting impatiently for
the sweet release of death.

she finally got to witness death,
it came rather late
than she hoped for,
but it did came,
and only one color
was before her eyes,
ivory, she only saw ivory now,
and she will see it for eternity.
-© Pia Majumdar


 

 

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