Aditi Singh

By Aditi Singh

The sheer horror of the atrocities

Gave birth to an abomination

As the curse begins to consume subtly

The curse of loathing

The curse of hate

It starts as slight sting

Mostly remaining unheeded

You pour water at first

Calming it down

But as it emerges again

This time as an unscratchable itch

It isn’t until there’s a pool of blood

You realize that

There now exists a hole

Right in the centre of your

Very existence

Breaths are left behind

Owed to another

Possessions are lost

As you realize what it cost

Hatred, leaves you shallow

A black hole inside that light

A curse, which only leaves behind

Carnage of the greatest extent

By Aditi Singh