Disgusted by your sheer spite absence,
Shattered the cracks in the mirror,
Scathing the stains of my nerve,
Swallowing your love pills,
The disease I hold,
A parasite,
I become,
Pecking,
Thorns.
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.
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This was so poignant, emotional and relatable! Loved your poem!