There is no salt
- Get the damn salt, Not my fault
It tastes sour
- Really, the poison's power, not even an hour
Was this yesterday's dish
- It's freshly made as per your wish, your special wreckfish
Did you eat
- I didn't, you mistreat, and I am so beat
Was this the only dish, Did she eat
-No, there was catfish, and codfish and I didn't want your well-wishers to feel incomplete
Don't stare, I am helping you
- And I am trying to sympathize with you
Lower your eyes
- I will follow your lies
You are a disappointment
- Yes, I am a disappointment to myself
Yet again
- Yet again
Failing to understand
- I did fail
My love for you
- Of course, your love for the alcohol
My love for the family
- Of course, your love for your family
I am sorry, I am exhausted
- Oh no! I should say that " I am sorry."
Why are you sorry
- Because,
.......
because, I am not your mother,
.......
.......
wake-up,
you there?
you breathing?
is she dead?
are you dead?
Not Yet
- I bet
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
IG: shruthilayam
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