Mythos

By Sibani Mohanty

Sipping our morning coffee together,

I sketch your eyes on the paper,

Spilling coffee on the paper accidentally,

Haunting image of your burnt eyes hurt me mentally.

My eyes open wide,

To find you asleep beside.

“Good morning, love”, as I said,

Finding your body almost decayed.

Closing my eyes for it to be avoided,

That’s when this happy life of mine faded.

For I always avoided this part,

As I knew our life wasn’t some art.

As I return from the catastrophic war,

I refuse to believe in the things I hear.

They said you were tied to the bed,

Your gown and belly were soaked red.

But then I saw you there smiling,

With no more flames around, igniting.

Leaving the autopsy room,

You were happily out of your doom.

We walk along with your head on my shoulder,

Promising of dancing as butterflies when older.

Believing you never left the house that so very day,

For it makes me less overwhelmed, but it is a lie you say?

It might be a lie to live with,

But my love, you are now only a myth.

By Sibani Mohanty