#review #prologue #thatsal
It could have been just another ordinary day, unfolding an ordinary natural calamity, but this was the day when felonious and cunning exertions had reaped the whirlwind, prompting the following fall of meticulously built house of cards.
Between the Devil and deep blue sea, the mighty Sun was horror-stricken and stowed behind the thundering clouds. Golden ray was sheathing the black clouds and it emerged as the eyes of angered God- capricious and fatal. Bolts were strangling the land with bare lightening, angered winds were furious and indigenously throwing the droplets in swirling strings. Blurred by the heavy storms, the aura around was so enraging that even healthy pair of eyes couldn't see sixteen feet across the street.
Ground was wet, muddy, sloppy, moreover, waiting for some over confident lad to climb it up, like an inexperienced mountaineer trying to climb up rock and meet the Yamaraj himself. No one in the soulful of his mind would have tried to walk on those paths, though few differently shaped boxes could be seen on their wheels churning over the ground, trying to race out the mud behind it.
Just by lifting eyes a little upwards and farther across the ground at the end of street, an old rustic board, straight out of the dinosaur's era, was barely hanging itself against the tempest; something was written on it in Marathi which roughly translated to be a primary school from class Nursery to class eighth. Barren land- a tamarind tree - a old building, the world had progressed up to see wireless connectivity but the school was still in its nineteenth century getup, where underneath the tree you could see the black board, probably be stricken by the stormy winds to the ground. To the opposite of the tree, was a buzzing rusty bell with no rhythm of music, fighting against the thunder storms.
It was roughly Nine 'o'clock in the morning, yet somehow it felt like, the darkest of the hour. This was the only school within fifteen kilometers of the radius where kids from all the nearby villages used to study. In that four room building, only three rooms allocated as classroom and the fourth one used by the principal and school teachers. Entire session of one particular class was held either in corridor, over the roof or outside in the ground as the weather allow them to sit wherever possible. The structure of the building wasn't modernized, though the building wasn't that old.
It was usual enactment for student to adjust during monsoon season for all the classes being shifted inside the structure of the building. All the children had to sit on the floor in organized manner because of limited chairs and tables, still few amongst them was imbecile enough to give a perfectionist the taste of irritation.
On that day, majority children of the school were absent. It was visible in the morning sky that this day wasn't going to be dry one. Most of the children didn't need any excuse to not attend the school but rumbling sky seems to be good reason to skip the school without being scolded. The students who chose to obedient that day were standing in the corridor cheering over the rain, as expected from innocence of still-growing kids. Although, a peak of tension could be seen on faces of teacher, as they were trying to manage them, yelling on them to stay far from the pillar. Outrage of hurled sky and exertion of rain could also be judged from that vagrant water, trying to climb up and shortened the distance of two feet between the mud and concrete floor of corridor.
As the time went, the rain was nowhere near the finish line, in fact it was the opposite. Thunder was growing to be more threatening, like it was on mission to drown everyone and everything. Water had covered the entire floor around and leveling up minute by minute. Teachers have tucked their sarees upwards half way through the legs and their knees were visible. Their calves were drained in the water and almost all the kids were half way through the drowning.
It could have been just another ordinary day, unfolding an ordinary natural calamity, but this was the day when felonious and cunning exertions had reaped the whirlwind, prompting the following fall of meticulously built house of cards.
Between the Devil and deep blue sea, the mighty Sun was horror-stricken and stowed behind the thundering clouds. Golden ray was sheathing the black clouds and it emerged as the eyes of angered God- capricious and fatal. Bolts were strangling the land with bare lightening, angered winds were furious and indigenously throwing the droplets in swirling strings. Blurred by the heavy storms, the aura around was so enraging that even healthy pair of eyes couldn't see sixteen feet across the street.
Ground was wet, muddy, sloppy, moreover, waiting for some over confident lad to climb it up, like an inexperienced mountaineer trying to climb up rock and meet the Yamaraj himself. No one in the soulful of his mind would have tried to walk on those paths, though few differently shaped boxes could be seen on their wheels churning over the ground, trying to race out the mud behind it.
Just by lifting eyes a little upwards and farther across the ground at the end of street, an old rustic board, straight out of the dinosaur's era, was barely hanging itself against the tempest; something was written on it in Marathi which roughly translated to be a primary school from class Nursery to class eighth. Barren land- a tamarind tree - a old building, the world had progressed up to see wireless connectivity but the school was still in its nineteenth century getup, where underneath the tree you could see the black board, probably be stricken by the stormy winds to the ground. To the opposite of the tree, was a buzzing rusty bell with no rhythm of music, fighting against the thunder storms.
It was roughly Nine 'o'clock in the morning, yet somehow it felt like, the darkest of the hour. This was the only school within fifteen kilometers of the radius where kids from all the nearby villages used to study. In that four room building, only three rooms allocated as classroom and the fourth one used by the principal and school teachers. Entire session of one particular class was held either in corridor, over the roof or outside in the ground as the weather allow them to sit wherever possible. The structure of the building wasn't modernized, though the building wasn't that old.
It was usual enactment for student to adjust during monsoon season for all the classes being shifted inside the structure of the building. All the children had to sit on the floor in organized manner because of limited chairs and tables, still few amongst them was imbecile enough to give a perfectionist the taste of irritation.
On that day, majority children of the school were absent. It was visible in the morning sky that this day wasn't going to be dry one. Most of the children didn't need any excuse to not attend the school but rumbling sky seems to be good reason to skip the school without being scolded. The students who chose to obedient that day were standing in the corridor cheering over the rain, as expected from innocence of still-growing kids. Although, a peak of tension could be seen on faces of teacher, as they were trying to manage them, yelling on them to stay far from the pillar. Outrage of hurled sky and exertion of rain could also be judged from that vagrant water, trying to climb up and shortened the distance of two feet between the mud and concrete floor of corridor.
As the time went, the rain was nowhere near the finish line, in fact it was the opposite. Thunder was growing to be more threatening, like it was on mission to drown everyone and everything. Water had covered the entire floor around and leveling up minute by minute. Teachers have tucked their sarees upwards half way through the legs and their knees were visible. Their calves were drained in the water and almost all the kids were half way through the drowning.
#review #thatsal #poetry #poem
I am sorry,
I don't believe in fairy tales,
I seek manifestation but I am realistic.
I am coin with both sides innate,
Flip as I see my belief, reckoning.
I am sorry,
I am not fancy as you speak,
I speak truth, flaunt reality as I saw,
I criticize because sugar coating
Is abnormal and demeaning.
I reconcile my traits,
I choose to be better version of me.
I won't buzz for your appearance,
If you've more than fakeness to show,
I am all up for buying a ticket.
I am sorry,
I don't believe in fairy tales,
I seek manifestation but I am realistic.
I am coin with both sides innate,
Flip as I see my belief, reckoning.
I am sorry,
I am not fancy as you speak,
I speak truth, flaunt reality as I saw,
I criticize because sugar coating
Is abnormal and demeaning.
I reconcile my traits,
I choose to be better version of me.
I won't buzz for your appearance,
If you've more than fakeness to show,
I am all up for buying a ticket.
#review #thatsal #shortstory
Wrote it as if child would write, language is little bit childish. But I hope you like it.
Dear human,
I can't even describe how happy I am. I missed the touch of human, a real emotions for so long.
Thank you for holding me in your warm hands.
Thank you so much.
You might be wondering by now, who am I? Where I am from?
Well, I am here to answer all your questions. I have a story to tell, so bear with for a little while.
I am just a piece of paper. Yup, that's my whole identity, now. Not like, I wanted it or worked for it. Just shit happened like it always happens.
That was my mistake. I wish to live a life but without any passion. I believed in humanity and helped everyone who came across. But only if I knew how to be a little selfish, life would have been different.
So, I left alone in bottle.
Surrounded by the blues, up in the sky and down in the ocean, I miss green. Green was my home. Green was happy. Don't take me wrong. This blue is beauty, too. But, it's not my home. It never felt like home. I was outsider, though I was alone in the bottle and no one to tell us that you are an outsider, still I felt like an outsider. This blue depressed me, made me anxious.
In my childhood, I was far away from this blue, in a wide green wooden area. I had a happy family. Cheerfulness and laughter all around. Some of my friends had fruit on them, some was just all leafy. But everyone was so nice, so kind, it was heavenly abode on the surface.
We had happy season all year long. The rain drops felt so fresh, like a new birth. My favorite one was fall. Everyone was always confused about my choice. But I liked it. After the fall, I had new leaves, a new look, like a new outfit, a complete makeover and chance to start over.
Even the Sun was kind. Sun nourished me, gave me the light to expand and grow. It burnt me sometimes, but mother Earth gave me strength and the coolness I needed. I was grown and full of a man. I was proud to give shed.
One day, all of sudden my life drastically changed. Few humans raided our home. I was happy to see them at first. My mom always told me that it is our duty to fulfill needs of human, no matter what. So I was happy, I was happy to help, to fulfill my responsibility. I was all up like a soldier.
Then, things escalated. I saw them chopping off one of my friend. She was so in pain. And that scared me. Mom was angry to see me groaning. She said that she raised a soldier, not a coward. She reminded me of my duty, the purpose for I born. I understood her, but I was still skeptical. That was so happy place, I didn't want to leave.
I didn't cry, I didn't bleed, I fell off bravely. I was ready to find a new life. I was ready to accomplish my purpose.
And just like that, I said goodbye to green heaven.
In my bed time stories, mom described the human world, several times. I had so many amazing visuals of human world. But as soon as I was in human world, those amazing visuals turned to nightmares. They threw me in gigantic monster and I came out as wooden chip. They soaked me in chemical and bleached me, and I was all pulpy. That lasted for a short while.
Soon, I was in paper-mill, all wet. I didn't like that look of mine. As I saw the paper mill, I was calm and peaceful. I was happy to find a quiet place, I loved the idea of being a paper. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I was happy or not. But I was smiling.
Few days in papermill, and I was all dried and thin. A makeover, my weight loss journey. I was a thick log before. And now, I was very thin like a butterfly. In the greens, I was always surrounded by birds, insects and other animals. I was there home, and I loved that. But I was always most fascinated with the butterfly. They were so pretty and thin. And somewhere in my unconsciousness, I think, I wished to be like them. So thin and colourfull.
Wrote it as if child would write, language is little bit childish. But I hope you like it.
Dear human,
I can't even describe how happy I am. I missed the touch of human, a real emotions for so long.
Thank you for holding me in your warm hands.
Thank you so much.
You might be wondering by now, who am I? Where I am from?
Well, I am here to answer all your questions. I have a story to tell, so bear with for a little while.
I am just a piece of paper. Yup, that's my whole identity, now. Not like, I wanted it or worked for it. Just shit happened like it always happens.
That was my mistake. I wish to live a life but without any passion. I believed in humanity and helped everyone who came across. But only if I knew how to be a little selfish, life would have been different.
So, I left alone in bottle.
Surrounded by the blues, up in the sky and down in the ocean, I miss green. Green was my home. Green was happy. Don't take me wrong. This blue is beauty, too. But, it's not my home. It never felt like home. I was outsider, though I was alone in the bottle and no one to tell us that you are an outsider, still I felt like an outsider. This blue depressed me, made me anxious.
In my childhood, I was far away from this blue, in a wide green wooden area. I had a happy family. Cheerfulness and laughter all around. Some of my friends had fruit on them, some was just all leafy. But everyone was so nice, so kind, it was heavenly abode on the surface.
We had happy season all year long. The rain drops felt so fresh, like a new birth. My favorite one was fall. Everyone was always confused about my choice. But I liked it. After the fall, I had new leaves, a new look, like a new outfit, a complete makeover and chance to start over.
Even the Sun was kind. Sun nourished me, gave me the light to expand and grow. It burnt me sometimes, but mother Earth gave me strength and the coolness I needed. I was grown and full of a man. I was proud to give shed.
One day, all of sudden my life drastically changed. Few humans raided our home. I was happy to see them at first. My mom always told me that it is our duty to fulfill needs of human, no matter what. So I was happy, I was happy to help, to fulfill my responsibility. I was all up like a soldier.
Then, things escalated. I saw them chopping off one of my friend. She was so in pain. And that scared me. Mom was angry to see me groaning. She said that she raised a soldier, not a coward. She reminded me of my duty, the purpose for I born. I understood her, but I was still skeptical. That was so happy place, I didn't want to leave.
I didn't cry, I didn't bleed, I fell off bravely. I was ready to find a new life. I was ready to accomplish my purpose.
And just like that, I said goodbye to green heaven.
In my bed time stories, mom described the human world, several times. I had so many amazing visuals of human world. But as soon as I was in human world, those amazing visuals turned to nightmares. They threw me in gigantic monster and I came out as wooden chip. They soaked me in chemical and bleached me, and I was all pulpy. That lasted for a short while.
Soon, I was in paper-mill, all wet. I didn't like that look of mine. As I saw the paper mill, I was calm and peaceful. I was happy to find a quiet place, I loved the idea of being a paper. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I was happy or not. But I was smiling.
Few days in papermill, and I was all dried and thin. A makeover, my weight loss journey. I was a thick log before. And now, I was very thin like a butterfly. In the greens, I was always surrounded by birds, insects and other animals. I was there home, and I loved that. But I was always most fascinated with the butterfly. They were so pretty and thin. And somewhere in my unconsciousness, I think, I wished to be like them. So thin and colourfull.
#review #thatsal #shortstory
Part 2
God has his own mysterious ways. I wasn't colourful but I was light and thin. Again, I wasn't sure if I was happy, but I was something. A new confidence for a new life. I was all up for new adventures.
After a long process from human to other human, I was on display in a shop.
It was the hard time for me. I was so lonely, I was so scared, everyone around me was finding a new home each second. But no one picked me. I thought maybe I am too ugly, maybe there is some error in me, maybe I am not that shiny, oh God, why am I so average? I was so needy, so desperate and I just wanted a home. I just wanted to be loved, once again.
I was on the verge of losing hope. I was ready to give up. I made up my mind that I am just a complete garbage. I don't deserve this display. I deserve that dustbin in the backside.
When I was just counting to days to be thrown in dustbin, she arrived. She was so beautiful, her eyes was sparkling. She asked for me. And I was out of display after so long. She took me home. I was happy to be picked.
I sighed and whispered, "Mom, I hope, I am making you proud."
Journey to short, I was in her room. She put me in a red box with other stuff. I was in so dark, there was no light and no fresh air. I was suffocating in dust inside with others. I didn't understand, Why did she picked, if she didn't want me at all? All she did with me was to hold me for a while and put me in the box. Who am I? Maybe I am not worthy.
For the first time that time, I missed the old me. The big chunk, a thick wood of me. The human world is so selfish. They aren't kind, they aren't cheerful. They are all monster like that big machine who chipped me.
She was on trip somewhere, on a ship. I was with her in a red box. "Where are you taking me?" I groaned.
"She can't hear you." Someone from inside said "Don't waste your energy."
I was confused. For the first time in human world, someone was talking to me. I looked behind. It was and old bottle. She was in all dust and still shining. She was mesmerizing.
"Trust me, I have tried it all." She said.
I was still numb.
"Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. We can be friends. Hey, My name is bottle."
"Hi."
"You must be a piece of paper."
"Piece of paper? No, I am big chunk."
She laughed, "You are still naive, or maybe you are still in dreams. You were a big chunk. But honey, you are changed in this human world, you are not a big chunk any more, you are just a piece of paper."
The anger inside me was boiling. As soon as she said those words, I hit her. You see that torn piece of me on upper left corner, that's the scar I had from that day.
"Hey, I was just helping, You piece of garbage." She said.
"I don't need your help." I rolled myself against her.
God, I was seriously naive. A beautiful lady was besides me, and I was all arrogant to see her.
There were silence to accompany us in that box.
One night, human picked both of us out of the red box. She put me inside the bottle and put the dart on and threw us away afar.
I heard a thud when she threw us. I knew, it must have hurt bottle. But I was too arrogant to ask. I thought she deserved it for calling me 'piece of paper'. After all I was a big chunk.
There was us. Me and her.
On the ocean, beneath the stars.
We both had no idea about what just happened and what to do next. We was just drifting with the water. Still, there was the silence between us.
The next day, Sun was blooming on us, but it was not kind or nourishing this time. It was too harsh on me, it burnt me from inside.
She was in pain, too. She broke the silence. She asked if I had any clue about where we can find a new home.
Days were passing, soon became years. We were all alone on this long sea. We both had a little chit chat. She was a chatter box. We both were hope for each other.
Part 2
God has his own mysterious ways. I wasn't colourful but I was light and thin. Again, I wasn't sure if I was happy, but I was something. A new confidence for a new life. I was all up for new adventures.
After a long process from human to other human, I was on display in a shop.
It was the hard time for me. I was so lonely, I was so scared, everyone around me was finding a new home each second. But no one picked me. I thought maybe I am too ugly, maybe there is some error in me, maybe I am not that shiny, oh God, why am I so average? I was so needy, so desperate and I just wanted a home. I just wanted to be loved, once again.
I was on the verge of losing hope. I was ready to give up. I made up my mind that I am just a complete garbage. I don't deserve this display. I deserve that dustbin in the backside.
When I was just counting to days to be thrown in dustbin, she arrived. She was so beautiful, her eyes was sparkling. She asked for me. And I was out of display after so long. She took me home. I was happy to be picked.
I sighed and whispered, "Mom, I hope, I am making you proud."
Journey to short, I was in her room. She put me in a red box with other stuff. I was in so dark, there was no light and no fresh air. I was suffocating in dust inside with others. I didn't understand, Why did she picked, if she didn't want me at all? All she did with me was to hold me for a while and put me in the box. Who am I? Maybe I am not worthy.
For the first time that time, I missed the old me. The big chunk, a thick wood of me. The human world is so selfish. They aren't kind, they aren't cheerful. They are all monster like that big machine who chipped me.
She was on trip somewhere, on a ship. I was with her in a red box. "Where are you taking me?" I groaned.
"She can't hear you." Someone from inside said "Don't waste your energy."
I was confused. For the first time in human world, someone was talking to me. I looked behind. It was and old bottle. She was in all dust and still shining. She was mesmerizing.
"Trust me, I have tried it all." She said.
I was still numb.
"Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. We can be friends. Hey, My name is bottle."
"Hi."
"You must be a piece of paper."
"Piece of paper? No, I am big chunk."
She laughed, "You are still naive, or maybe you are still in dreams. You were a big chunk. But honey, you are changed in this human world, you are not a big chunk any more, you are just a piece of paper."
The anger inside me was boiling. As soon as she said those words, I hit her. You see that torn piece of me on upper left corner, that's the scar I had from that day.
"Hey, I was just helping, You piece of garbage." She said.
"I don't need your help." I rolled myself against her.
God, I was seriously naive. A beautiful lady was besides me, and I was all arrogant to see her.
There were silence to accompany us in that box.
One night, human picked both of us out of the red box. She put me inside the bottle and put the dart on and threw us away afar.
I heard a thud when she threw us. I knew, it must have hurt bottle. But I was too arrogant to ask. I thought she deserved it for calling me 'piece of paper'. After all I was a big chunk.
There was us. Me and her.
On the ocean, beneath the stars.
We both had no idea about what just happened and what to do next. We was just drifting with the water. Still, there was the silence between us.
The next day, Sun was blooming on us, but it was not kind or nourishing this time. It was too harsh on me, it burnt me from inside.
She was in pain, too. She broke the silence. She asked if I had any clue about where we can find a new home.
Days were passing, soon became years. We were all alone on this long sea. We both had a little chit chat. She was a chatter box. We both were hope for each other.
#review #thatsal #shortstory
Part 3
I begin to like her, she was all I had. In those blues around us. She was my home. I felt safe inside her. She protected me from every harm. I saw her fighting from big ships and whales. But she was a fighter as I said. She never complained.
We had a argument about how she is never letting me out. She said, "You are too fragile. This water will kill you. How will I survive without you?"
But my male ego was too fragile than myself. I was ashamed to be protected by a her. As a man, it was my duty. Afterall, I was a big chunk.
She never lost any argument. I was always mad on her for days. But she never gave in. She was so in love with me. She really didn't want to risk it.
Our arguments was on its peak when it was raining. I loved rain. But she never allowed me too come outside. But I was happy to enjoy the rain from inside, the drops on her transparent body made me speechless.
Once we were discussing about it. I was begging her to let me out once.
She explained, "We both will die if I let you out. The water is our enemy. As soon as you walk out, it will trap me inside out and I would be far from your reach. And it would also kill you."
That day I realized, I don't want to lose her. I never argued to come out after that.
The days were passing by. And we were happy. We didn't have a perfect life, perfect home and we weren't compatible at all. But she completed me. I was happy with her.
We saw so many storms in our life. We were strong enough to defend ourselves from all those storms. But one storm in particular was very tough for both of us.
There was this big wave one night, it tossed her so up in space. We had just lost at that moment. She was hurt. There was crack in her. I consoled her. I tried to warm it a little. But that crack had let in little drops of water inside. I was wet, too. She saw it.
She was all determined to find a home. She didn't want to see me in that condition. Days were passed. Her body was all fogged up. But her determination to find a home was still fresh.
She saw the shore from afar. At that time, I was sleeping. She tried to hard to drift to shore. She almost had killed herself in process. We saw a boat. She drifted towards it and She tucked her self in the boat.
And we were ashore.
But, I was naive. I was selfish. I thought she was determined to find a home for both of us. But she was determined to find a home for me. I didn't know all along that she was sacrificing herself.
There were few humans on the boat. You are one of them. You broke her to read me. You didn't know you were breaking both of us. I don't blame you. You can't see the blood.
I died the same day when they chopped me off. I was stupid to call it a life, but all I was surviving. One thing was keeping me alive was that bottle. But now she is gone too.
Dear Human,
I hope you can tell me what was my mistake?
I hope you can tell me why was I depressed in that blue?
I hope you can tell me that my love had died for my survival, still why I don't feel like, I am alive?
I hope you can give me some hope.
Thank you so much for holding me once again.
Yours.
Just a piece of paper.
Part 3
I begin to like her, she was all I had. In those blues around us. She was my home. I felt safe inside her. She protected me from every harm. I saw her fighting from big ships and whales. But she was a fighter as I said. She never complained.
We had a argument about how she is never letting me out. She said, "You are too fragile. This water will kill you. How will I survive without you?"
But my male ego was too fragile than myself. I was ashamed to be protected by a her. As a man, it was my duty. Afterall, I was a big chunk.
She never lost any argument. I was always mad on her for days. But she never gave in. She was so in love with me. She really didn't want to risk it.
Our arguments was on its peak when it was raining. I loved rain. But she never allowed me too come outside. But I was happy to enjoy the rain from inside, the drops on her transparent body made me speechless.
Once we were discussing about it. I was begging her to let me out once.
She explained, "We both will die if I let you out. The water is our enemy. As soon as you walk out, it will trap me inside out and I would be far from your reach. And it would also kill you."
That day I realized, I don't want to lose her. I never argued to come out after that.
The days were passing by. And we were happy. We didn't have a perfect life, perfect home and we weren't compatible at all. But she completed me. I was happy with her.
We saw so many storms in our life. We were strong enough to defend ourselves from all those storms. But one storm in particular was very tough for both of us.
There was this big wave one night, it tossed her so up in space. We had just lost at that moment. She was hurt. There was crack in her. I consoled her. I tried to warm it a little. But that crack had let in little drops of water inside. I was wet, too. She saw it.
She was all determined to find a home. She didn't want to see me in that condition. Days were passed. Her body was all fogged up. But her determination to find a home was still fresh.
She saw the shore from afar. At that time, I was sleeping. She tried to hard to drift to shore. She almost had killed herself in process. We saw a boat. She drifted towards it and She tucked her self in the boat.
And we were ashore.
But, I was naive. I was selfish. I thought she was determined to find a home for both of us. But she was determined to find a home for me. I didn't know all along that she was sacrificing herself.
There were few humans on the boat. You are one of them. You broke her to read me. You didn't know you were breaking both of us. I don't blame you. You can't see the blood.
I died the same day when they chopped me off. I was stupid to call it a life, but all I was surviving. One thing was keeping me alive was that bottle. But now she is gone too.
Dear Human,
I hope you can tell me what was my mistake?
I hope you can tell me why was I depressed in that blue?
I hope you can tell me that my love had died for my survival, still why I don't feel like, I am alive?
I hope you can give me some hope.
Thank you so much for holding me once again.
Yours.
Just a piece of paper.
#thatsal #review #poetry
She died,
Died ages ago,
What you see is remains of her corpes,
Ashes of bones,
Soul that roaming, no remorse.
She died,
She loved a monster,
He was two faced.
Dreamt of Paradise Island
Found a living hell.
She died,
When he hit her.
The belt was still warm.
Bruises on her back,
Screaming no more.
She died
The next day,
Warming the milk.
Eyes on the poison.
Wanting to kill.
She died,
Asking for help,
From family and friends.
All said,"that happen",
Compromise! and all well.
She died,
The night,
Dark reveals and bell rang.
Crumbled body,
Fear unnerves, she ran.
She died,
Clumsy was her hand.
She opened the gate.
Inside her teen,
Tore the fairy tale.
She died,
When red eyed,
Lunatic fallen in her arms,
He screamed loud,
But neighbors were still calm.
She died,
She cried,
She wanted a hand.
No one was around.
Searching her strength.
She died,
This time,
When he raise his hands.
Overpowering him,
"That's it", she said.
She died,
And reborn.
You thought she made of plastic.
Dolled up and smiles.
Now, she is not human.
All steel, you find.
She died.
She died,
Died ages ago,
What you see is remains of her corpes,
Ashes of bones,
Soul that roaming, no remorse.
She died,
She loved a monster,
He was two faced.
Dreamt of Paradise Island
Found a living hell.
She died,
When he hit her.
The belt was still warm.
Bruises on her back,
Screaming no more.
She died
The next day,
Warming the milk.
Eyes on the poison.
Wanting to kill.
She died,
Asking for help,
From family and friends.
All said,"that happen",
Compromise! and all well.
She died,
The night,
Dark reveals and bell rang.
Crumbled body,
Fear unnerves, she ran.
She died,
Clumsy was her hand.
She opened the gate.
Inside her teen,
Tore the fairy tale.
She died,
When red eyed,
Lunatic fallen in her arms,
He screamed loud,
But neighbors were still calm.
She died,
She cried,
She wanted a hand.
No one was around.
Searching her strength.
She died,
This time,
When he raise his hands.
Overpowering him,
"That's it", she said.
She died,
And reborn.
You thought she made of plastic.
Dolled up and smiles.
Now, she is not human.
All steel, you find.
She died.