Never Known
By Naisha Srivastava
It’s dangerous toppling on the edge
With no warning or sign, a bite of a tongue
Inching forward in heels of grief
Mourning a love that never was.
Persistence of lies
Can lead me back to you
You are an apple of cruelty
Leading me to affliction.
I, a fairytale damsel,
You, a warning folklore
Led into crevices of my body
I had never known to love.
The sand is as cold as your shoulder
Wade into endless death
For what can I be
but the object of your affection?
By Naisha Srivastava

Comments