Bleeding With Ink

By Anushka Dey

I wish your name was foreign to me, I wish we never met 

For the name that once was a prayer, now only echoes hate 

In silver-spoon you fed me sweet little lies and fallacies of forever 

And I painted the perfect picture where we are eternally together 

I mistook cobwebs for silk and in hands of the devil placed my  glass-like fragile heart 

You shattered it to pieces because the eyes of a sadist see tears as a work of art 

You crucified my dreams, spat on wounds and mercilessly crushed my  earnest devotion 

The worst part is I said “thank you” and brought upon me  a violent storm of self-destruction 

 My helpless cries reached deaf ears, your silence created scars deeper than your words

Slowly I sinked in quicksands of sorrow and muted miseries tarnished my works 

Stupid me imagined this is momentary, that this will very soon pass

Little did I know I was pouring my love in a useless broken glass

That I was just a riverside pebble you picked up in your leisure 

To be thrown to create little ripples in your life for pleasure 

That your love was temporary like your rented house 

In skin of a courageous lion you were a cowering mouse 

My broken heart pumped regrets with blood each breath 

Searched for solace in benevolent embrace of death 

But every storm eventually runs out of rain 

A phoenix burns down to ashes to rise again 

In palms of poetry, I found the cure of this malady 

The potion to resurrect me from this tomb of tragedy

You left my lifeless corpse to be a meal of crows 

But in the darkest of nights I would bloom like tuberose 

The drawbridge has been raised, you are no longer welcome in this fortress

The prey has turned to predator, the once game, is now a huntress

You forgot broken shards of glass make the perfect sword

Beauty died in your hands to rebirth a vengeful beast that roared 

Dreamers aren’t afraid of night, I will bleed with ink and write 

Weave every yarn of pain into poems , let the pen be my guiding light 

By Anushka Dey