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دema flutter Jun 2018
What is the moral
behind cancer that
is not even identifiable,
a crime yet to be startled
by another failure,
when you pray for the
pain to go away,
but then the blood is shed
out of your skin in silence,
I think something inside of me
exploded,
No I didn't feel it,
but the traces don't lie,
I'm dying.
Jiya Verma Nov 2017
Eyes shut, still
Sleeping silent, inhale exhale
A poisoned blade lingers to the touch
Goes deeper
And deeper
And deeper still
Till Pain's unbearable
Till Pain comes up to me
Swirls in my head
Wells my eyes up red
Playfully runs down my veins
And smirks at my face
As if to say
It's only just a matter of time
Two more seconds and I'll go away
Hush, another second and I'll leave you
One second more, I swear
Just one second more
But Pain never leaves me alone.
It rather continues
Licks down my cheekbones
Continues pressing kisses
Down my jawline asleep only seconds ago
No - that was centuries.
Go away - I plead
You deserve this - it sneers
But my body is the only thing left to call my own.
I continue staring Pain in the eye
Take my soul and leave my body - I tell it
So it smirks wider
Runs the blade down deeper
Seals my lips, won't let me scream
Not a cry, not even a whimper
But pierces down the **** deeper still.
Deep enough to let each drop
Embrace my tender flesh
Every poisoned particle
Fuses into my dying bloodstream.
Pain descends into my body
Absorbs into my nerves
Flickers my eyes down shut
Numbs the depths of my brain.
It finally decides
I've tortured you enough - Pain says
So it casually stoops down
To the last place remaining - my beating heart
Say goodnight forever, honey
Sleep well - it whispers to me
And with one
Just one chilling press
Brings my beating heart
To a standstill.
Pain has robbed me of everything
Soul and body
My heartbeats too.

— The End —