Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Her story...



She was a happy, starry-eyed girl
Crooning songs of serendipity
The breeze flirted with her locks
as she sat by the window side

One afternoon, life crept into her bed
through the window
Sucking music out of her vocal chords
Suffocating her dreams with pillows

Her puerile soul crumbled into a thousand pieces
Some pricked her between the legs
She bled on the floor, feet now chained to her fate
Life looked at her wistfully as she writhed in pain

And then it rained, washing away the blood
The smudged kohl glistened again
She lifted the broken pieces to put them back together
Some of them had stains on it

The sun peeked over the horizon
Her nimble fingers ran through the sand
And picked up a fistful to build a castle
One that had a large window by the bedside



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