Just A Part Or Something Apart?

By Disha Ransingh

The roses in the wedding bouquet were still breathing

When he gave her that first bruise under the stringed lights gleaming

Vividly, her fingers could trace a pain that lived underneath the bones

But still the beat of her heart had hope for his rose to loose the thorns

So, she dusted the crystal chandelier that hanged from the ceiling

and he let it fall on the floor, to see her pick up the shattered glass while screaming

She too let her soul be safe or trapped in the clutch of his fist

as she felt a needle from the metal of the wedding ring as he held her wrist

Then she screamed at mirrors and shadows from every twilight

Tried to dim her dimness just to see his eyes gleam from that candlelight

But none of it mattered, cause there was never any grass to bask in his light

When his lips were just to shout and shoot curses to the core,

Her lips just screamed the loudest silence to be heard by every door

Of course, she never let her blood drops fall on her son from her skin

Still, could you erase how it was by his father’s stagger as he had seen

She did bend her bruised knees to that run of timeless time

hoping his son would one day forgive all of his father’s crime

As a million drops of dusk drowned her colourless blistered feet

She discerned how never was a dapple of daylight on the wood of her sit

Now she saw how he tore the pages of the book she wrote

And that diamond necklace she wore was just chains around her throat

So she left with her son, thinking how a shine was nothing but rust

But followed her were the thousands of taunts who saw her but not him as a dust

The force of her parent’s fences did hide her from the unquestionable questions

as she carved an answer to in her heart’s tangles and vision

as to if it was just a part of him or was something too apart?

By Disha Ransingh