Her Diary

Her Diary of
Pages splattered with red silence and brown screams.
Hunted alphabets and unseen voices
Resounding here, there, above and beaneath.

Bleeding lost laughters falling from the ghostly face of a lonely woman...
Seeking attention, she wants to be listened to.
To be treated right.

Listen to her tales of torture, grief, sickness and pain.
Tales of times when she clings to unyielding walls, humping dry beds and kissing naked walls that mocked her.

Not anymore will she be a woman who says Yes to every yes and No to every No.
But even before she is done with this broken lyrics and dusty pages.
She knows her outbursts are nothing but billows.
Dying and resurecting whenver the air demands.

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