Day before, I received a red chocolate box,
there at my doorstep.

It's like I was the bird waiting for a worm,
and it was there
feeding my neediness.

The box was almost the colour of his lips
and it smelled of him

All of this was
it was like a book
Only, the pages weren't inked with blue

I didn't open the box
till the time I felt
was an August gathering
I kept delaying it.

I never really wanted to open it
I'd br destroying a thousand reds of our love
if I did

Days-the box changed its odour
like my face's colour on a winter day
it grew pungent and grotesque

The scissors to cut our ribbon readied
I opened the box
and there
in a red box of chocolates
lay a dead red heart

Don't. Do not talk. Resist.

The anger you are afraid to show. 
Afraid of being mistaken as weak, impatient. 

Don't. 
Don't bother to approach. 
Don't bother to speak. 
For you might hurt the one who cares to ask you of your state. 
Let the silence speak for itself. 
Let it scream through your fixed jaw.
Let it burst through the eyes that refuse to meet another's. 
Let the one who hurt you, 
See what they did.
Simply made you harder, tougher. 
Depositing another layer of concealment.

Don't. Do not listen.
For when they ask you, 
You don't relive the horror,
The horror lives you. 
It melts the sadness
Which threatens to pour out of your eyes.
It ignites the anger
That fights with your tongue to scream
And blurs the vision with tears.

A dark room with the faintest silhouettes
Scares me.
It scares me like a lone deer is, lost in the dark woods with no kind,
Only the hungry.
For you see, 
In my case the hungry 
They represent the tricks and beings in my head.
They can't be real, they aren't .
But as soon as the light flicks off,
My mind races against itself.
Competes to create as many iniquitous existences and nameless fears
Whose sole purpose is to haunt me with their piercing stare
Or grab my foot and drag me into another dimension from where there is no return.

But you see dear,
The same darkness brings to me comfort, when I close my curtains. 
When I choose to sit in a room with no one and simply close my eyes and stare into my lids.
Not warmth, but solitude and oblivion.
It doesn't wash your sorrows and gift you acceptance,
As when you stare at the sun with your eyes closed.
But the sun cannot stay out all day long, 
So it freezes the emotion, the wrath, the pain, whatever it is,
Locks it up in quarantine.
Momentarily.
I imagine myself floating in the dark void.
Treat it like an age old friend 
Who called me for supper.
Just for small talk. 
And our talks could go on for hours was it not for the real world.
Which cannot live one second with silence .
Banging on my door for some trifle reason.
And alas.
The monster from the cage escapes and I, 
I am no more, for its reins are now taut around my neck.
My out appears ordinary. Stone-like.
But my ins,
the monster's ruling some part and feeding on the other.

They fear the night
because the scary things slink out
And hide in the darkness
Waiting

Myself, the day is far more dangerous
Because they don't have to hide
When they look just like us
When they are us