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Like a bouquet of fresh and delicate daisies, carefully he wrapped me up in a red chiffon saree. His hungry eyes traveled from one part to another of my covered yet bare body! I could hear my heart beating loudly against my rib-cage, as if it wanted to convey a message. The butterflies in my stomach were gone, replaced by a sinking feeling inside my gut. Everything felt different but everything looked the same! He smiled at me and Oh boy! My heart was melting again… Leaving me alone in a shabby little room, he left promising to be back soon… Alone with my thoughts, quietly I sat there, I don’t know why but every advice mother gave echoed in my head, I could hear my voice screaming at me telling me to run as fast as I can. But alone with my thoughts, quietly I sat there, My life came crashing down and my nightmares turned into reality when the door creaked open but it wasn’t him who walked in, but a drunk, creepy looking man. I looked into his eyes, his soul-piercing stare… I didn’t know how but I recognized that stare. He smiled at me and God… I knew I was dead! I screamed, cried and yelled but stopped when I saw that was not going to help… And the moment he pushed his huge body on top of mine, all I could see was the smiling face that once made my heart melt… I cried as I laid on the bed; dead… The pain of heartbreak and betrayal was no match to the pain of his merciless thrusts. He moaned and groaned like an animal as he ****** my soul and not just my **** That night didn’t end soon as if the universe wanted me to suffer for every wrong, I’ve ever done. He came back, not exactly as promised, But he had the same smile plastered on his face, mocking me and taunting me… Why didn’t I before see his true face…? And again, like a mangled bouquet of decayed and dead daisies, carefully he wrapped me up in a torn and blood stained red chiffon saree! Karishma Yadav
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
Bouquet
Like a bouquet of fresh and delicate daisies, carefully he wrapped me up in a red chiffon saree. His hungry eyes traveled from one part to another of my covered yet bare body! I could hear my heart beating loudly against my rib-cage, as if it wanted to convey a message. The butterflies in my stomach were gone, replaced by a sinking feeling inside my gut. Everything felt different but everything looked the same! He smiled at me and Oh boy! My heart was melting again… Leaving me alone in a shabby little room, he left promising to be back soon… Alone with my thoughts, quietly I sat there, I don’t know why but every advice mother gave echoed in my head, I could hear my voice screaming at me telling me to run as fast as I can. But alone with my thoughts, quietly I sat there, My life came crashing down and my nightmares turned into reality when the door creaked open but it wasn’t him who walked in, but a drunk, creepy looking man. I looked into his eyes, his soul-piercing stare… I didn’t know how but I recognized that stare. He smiled at me and God… I knew I was dead! I screamed, cried and yelled but stopped when I saw that was not going to help… And the moment he pushed his huge body on top of mine, all I could see was the smiling face that once made my heart melt… I cried as I laid on the bed; dead… The pain of heartbreak and betrayal was no match to the pain of his merciless thrusts. He moaned and groaned like an animal as he ****** my soul and not just my **** That night didn’t end soon as if the universe wanted me to suffer for every wrong, I’ve ever done. He came back, not exactly as promised, But he had the same smile plastered on his face, mocking me and taunting me… Why didn’t I before see his true face…? And again, like a mangled bouquet of decayed and dead daisies, carefully he wrapped me up in a torn and blood stained red chiffon saree! Karishma Yadav
The poem talks about a girl who has been honey-trapped by a guy into the *** trafficking (Flesh Trade) business.
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26/F/Mumbai, Maharashtra
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
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