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 Oct 2013 Kriti Gupta
wolf mother
just like that
the cat's cradle wasn't as comforting as it had been
with its mobiles and plush star-covered blankets
promising endless infinity
destinies meant for the brightest beacons

just like that
i heard the cat hissing and howling into the desolate
pit of woe that became my stomach
and ******* on faded pictures of stolen youth
warm bottles of milk and honey

just like that
ribs cracked at the piercing hiss
narrowing eyes ignited with rage and fear
and skin wasn't so fragile
now holding fables of forgotten dawns and meteor showers

and just like that
i watched him fall from the 17th story
whooshing elegantly
cracking a smug grin
and narrowing his eyes to the sun's unwelcome fire
 Oct 2013 Kriti Gupta
Alex Stonem
you cannot even fathom the amount of pain youve caused me by simply existing.
The demons lurking
Beneath her surface
Could not be killed
By the painkillers
That she took daily
Nor could they escape
Through the deep marks
That laced her wrists and thighs
They could not be drowned
Amidst the ocean of tears
That shone on her face
When the silence settled
And though she fought bravely
What is one frightened knight?
Against an immortal army
Made of darkness and blood
She had won many battles
But from the first day of suffering
She knew she had lost
The war.

— The End —