Unreliable Narrator
It was dark,
We were six,
The air was filled with the heavy smell of cigarettes and weed,
Some drank, 'I' did too.
You were dancing to the rhythms of jazz.
And you were gazing at the stars.
While you stared into your phone screen.
She and him talked.
And you... You were silent.
Maybe thinking
"What was the conversation?"
"What was that noise?"
"What transpired?"
And then she spoke words devoid of meanings,
Words that were abused till it bled,
Words that were round,
Words that were opaque,
Words that actually never left her mouth.
The smiling faces soon disappeared,
Confused and gloomed,
They left.
But he stayed.
What did 'I' feel?
Like,
The slithers of snake,
Shaking of the earth,
Torrent of rain,
Choked.
And then 'I' forgot.
Till today.
Copyright © Tuisha Sircar | Year Posted 2023
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