Broken
Her dark soul glowed under the glimmer of his eyes, and her walls crumpled into smokeless ashes. Her withered dreams blossomed into amber buds of hope and her heart thawed the frozen ice that had numbed her body. His one touch lighted up her shattered world and neon lights decorated the voids in her soul.
She was beautiful.
But she masked her screams under cigarette smoke and painted bloody sketches of death on her fragile arms with crimson tears. But that day, under the moonlight, she saw a piece of herself inside his eyes. She saw metaphors. She saw faded agony.
And she understood.
She realised that he had had a broken heart too.
But he never gave up. She did.
Copyright © Swathi Mohan | Year Posted 2018
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