From Me To Me

By Neelofer

And the wine turned red, 

The cushion softened, 

The lights glimmered, 

Music held hands with pieces of her battered soul,

As she mustered the courage to lift-up the blanket, sit up for a moment and ponder upon the

idea of there still being a day left until it's all over,

Of making the millionth attempt to cut deep into the trauma of existing for too long, too bitter

and make way to may be a moment of release.

The haunting, screeching walls of her room danced to the never tunes of a meek possibility,

Inhaling, exhaling without choking this time,

Romancing the shadow of lone trails, 

Gulping in the reds of blood & wine alike, 

Swiftly transcending into a body out of her own, stepping away, one shaky step at a time, 

To turn around & take a good look at this stranger of a person who looked like familiarity

was stitched all over her delusional pale skin, 

To look at the person she had become without her consent, 

To notice the wrinkles of ageing without purpose,

And the scars of making it through days of unthinkable choices,

Nights of shushing-up band-aids made out of the numbing explosives of this battlefield of a

life.

To look at her yearning, still eyes, through the vision of these untouched pair of fierce

eyeballs set the notion of reality on fire, 

Locked the ticking clock under the realms of a life unlived,

And the doorbell rang,

One of the two burst into flames, evaporating into nothingness, 

The other one sighed... who did?! I wonder.

By Neelofer