Rapist - A Void In Her Space

By Barkha Poptani

Those little curls in your eyes

The loudest scream

The bruises around your body

And the agonization of your smooth skin

The increased pumping of your heart

The red thick cut and the blood

I want the terror in your appetite

And the outpouring of your tear flood

An end to your vault

A sinful curse

A no recovery void

An unimaginable thunderbolt

I may arrive on the streets of silk

Up to the last drop you weigh,

You will not even have a click

Stop me, my world

Sure on my hands

I may die in general

Particularly, neither a single candle out there stands...

By Barkha Poptani