Void in Perspective
“She spoke to me; expressing desire to rid of her being soon. In her possession lay a bottle of ibuprofen and a dozen sharp razors too. That three slits down her butchered arms is all it really takes; that her life is intolerable and has been burdened through mistake.
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In a state of panic, she opened up to me about how she was abused; as touch was spread over her innocent figure, even though she refused. How it affected her, and drained her necessity to live; I wanted to yell out, to tell her parents, though she lacks and isn’t resistive.
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She told me that when she dies, I shouldn’t mourn or cry; that I could use her clothes, borrow her diary and expose. But my laugh lacks its joy, my content being has been destroyed. Though she doesn’t want her parents to know, she has to live therefore my words flow;
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Please don’t die.”
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2024
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