Skeleton
Skeleton
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Why should she keep the door open!
Sultry wind surreptitiously
enters in the room with a couch
full of slumber. Mid afternoon
cloud has passed over the west side
window. Its jarred view could have
been seen a few minutes ago,
through the broken pane. The wind stares.
A male gaze it is. The beauty
sleeps. The fairytales have prescribed deep
deep sleep of the soul. She doesn’t stir.
The atmosphere plays with her
dark tresses. The lips, the tiredness…
Somewhere a returning crow calls out.
Shaken, she wakes up. Startlingly
a sense of being molested
whips inside. She can not fathom
the source. Her boyfriend is no longer
alive or the blame would have been
upon him. Many a times it
had been so. Before she rebelled.
A fear rises in her. She
runs to check the skeleton in
her cupboard. The crow is crying…
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Why should she keep the door open!
Sultry wind surreptitiously
enters in the room with a couch
full of slumber. Mid afternoon
cloud has passed over the west side
window. Its jarred view could have
been seen a few minutes ago,
through the broken pane. The wind stares.
A male gaze it is. The beauty
sleeps. The fairytales have prescribed deep
deep sleep of the soul. She doesn’t stir.
The atmosphere plays with her
dark tresses. The lips, the tiredness…
Somewhere a returning crow calls out.
Shaken, she wakes up. Startlingly
a sense of being molested
whips inside. She can not fathom
the source. Her boyfriend is no longer
alive or the blame would have been
upon him. Many a times it
had been so. Before she rebelled.
A fear rises in her. She
runs to check the skeleton in
her cupboard. The crow is crying…