Words, verses and stanzas of ill health.
Diseased relations of tarnished bonds.
Gilded cage :
Steep stairs leading to faulty four walls,
Compressing slowly under a cemented ceiling.
It’s a gilded cage.
More than a decade of recycled retorts,
Of icy insults,
Of unanswered prayers,
Of toxic tempers,
And once taut tethers in knots.
The voice in her head is on fire.
Of forgotten felicity
Are a fuel to these flames.
But, she’s now doused in the rain.
Words in the white of her eyes.
Verses on the bridge of her nose.
Stanzas at the crevice of her lips.
Ill health dissolves into clinical calm.
No need to bleed to feel,
Birthing what you now read ;
-Megha Bhartiya, InkSoakedSoul 💜
© Megha Bhartiya, Inksoakedsoul.wordpress.com
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