Disloyal Emotions, Was it fair? 

The feverish passion inside her burnt
The oooh’s, the aaah’s
Of pain revealed 
Nothing of consciousness remains
The terror inside her
Shows on her trembling hands
Trying to reach the steady shoulders
Yet,  at the back of the perfect arc they retain
Shuddering low unsteady breaths
Eyes almost closed
Fatique has crossed its brink 
Pearls waiting to crawl
Mess of hair pulled, relaxed
Mind, of certainty waxed. 

To use her companion 
As her temporary walking stick 
Would lead to utter despair
Disloyalty of intentions
Which are liberation 
Not the  honey dipped romance
Was it fair? 

Wheels turning 
Are stopped by a speed breaker
Head crashes with steady surface it smashes
Cocooned in something soft
Eyes shut tight
Body stiff as rock
The knot of arc made unfastened 
It wasn’t red but blue made lose
Trip upstairs made downstairs 
Furnished suface with care re-polished 
Hinges it had, half abolished

Until her hand became the wall
For having guilt as a guest 
Her world was small. 

 

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Anonymous says:

    This is something beyond beautiful ❤️❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you love ❤️❤️❤️

      Liked by 1 person

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