Paradox
Maybe she doesn't take the covers
Off her furniture because she
Doesn't want it to feel like home
Maybe she painted the walls black
Because her favourite colour was
white
Maybe she threw her vinyl records
Off the fourteenth floor because
She adored them so much
Maybe she drank whisky a little
Too much because it reminded
Her of her father's breath
Maybe she broke all the frames
On her shelf because they were
Her mother's favourites
Maybe she liked to stare at flames
And ashes because it resembled
Her childhood
And maybe that's why she returned
The flowers he gave her because she
Didn't want to ruin him too.
15th of September, Tuesday
M.K.
Copyright © Melisha Kaur | Year Posted 2015
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