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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

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