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Dark Jewel Jul 2014
Today is a day of darkness...
Many do not see,
The tears that fall.
They feel pain and agony,
When death hath cursed thee.
My family dies one by one,
Where they go to the gates,
Of Heaven or Hell,
Do they make haste.
I fear the time of pain,
Has returned with reign.
For another one is on the way.
Their death will be celebrated,
For they hurt no more.
They dance, sing.
Within the storm.
February twenty-third,
Rest in the peace.
Grandmother the third.
I hope you are joyous,
Behind the gates of light.
You will return one day,
To take another way.
For I fear she is next.
My Aunt, Your friend.
She will have rest,
No more pain, no sorrow.
Just pure happiness,
When she takes her last breath,
Leaving us behind in nest.
She will return after you,
To take another kin,
One day after her death.
It shalt sting.
Requiescat en Pace...
Riya Walia Apr 2014
It would be much too dangerous to talk about
Or remember at all
That night

A piercing scream from behind
A clatter of fallen crockery on the floor
Crimson fills the apron she wore
I do not yet think to ask how or why
My heart beats a silent cry
I kneel beside to feel her warmth
All I feel are empty eyes slice into my soul

My eyes look over the pool of red
Gathered by the drops her body shed
But for the blood, she can be lost in dreams
I think, as I imagine her pale in peace
Grabbing a mop
I cleanse her of the damaging dye
Her body now remains uncoloured, untainted
Of that which still inflames her quintessence
She's been marked, I realise
In an irreparable scarlet
All action, all words- scattered on the tiles
Lying broken and futile

— The End —