Breaking Me.

Poor baby.
Victim of child abuse.At the age of 7.
Repeat : at 13.
Fiction: A waif who lived on red ribbon(aids) donation camps.
And all that fight to save that then.
She suddenly lost it to alcohol influence,now.
Even though they claimed she had more common sense.


The glass pieces bent
To be ashamed before
To crawl, she learnt.

Her mind she spent.
To pay them, her bodies rent.

Numbed her mouth
And then her vein
To suck his big cock
And take his pain.

But no
She blew the wind instead
And afloat over pearls
And on red ribbon donations she fed.

He pulled her
To meet the wall
Head, bang on.
Cause she wouldn’t be what he said.

Then a drizzle of sorrow
As the uncle of years before
On that sacred morrow
Burnt her temple
Of scared reserve.
Ashes she gathered
But at that time
To offer a flower
She had none.

And then full blossom
Like spring
Bursting in color and youthful play
She felt her past creep in, with him today.

The spiders collected honey
And the bees spun webs
A cocoon was not enough
To save her
From his nasty breath.


She sunk in air
And borrowed a halo
Broken but still one of its kind
Jaded and engraved in
Sweet time.

Then she stopped her footsteps
And asked him up there
If it was his temple
She took care.
Why wouldn’t those men
Leave their shoes behind?
Why would they burn her wings
And then teach her to fly.

He said, learn
She did.
But to join,
She learnt to join them in their bed.

She closed her eyes
And mocked at him above
Look I shall learn
Holding just onto tomorrow tender.
She knitted winter into a sweater
To wear in summer and
She beat the weather.

But tomorrow, her tomorrow
Him.
Burnt and irrepressive.
Tore her sweater
And spat on it.

And buried her, in her past.
Alone to dig,
Her graveyard
Way before she was due.
It was to prepare her for
What he saw coming,
Now now.

Migrating lil bird he was.
She was the ugly crow.
Used, betrayed.
Drowning in sorrow.


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She will break it to the world.And she will hold her head up high and walk,after all its no fault of hers.
She will stand and stand tall.Bah.
Whatever.
With some help she will talk about it.
And he will help.Cause the others miserably failed to even see through the situation.
Thanks a lot for understanding and just being fucking there.
Sometimes, that makes a whole lot of difference.

Thanks.
Vikram.
Anushka.
Farzeen.
Arjun.(verymuch)

Thankyou.