Sunday, April 11, 2021

The lines we crossed






Clenching till
My molar broke
And puss pour
Still biting down the pain
Of the secrets of yesterday

A peerless phantom
An invisible limp
The line you cross to know me

She shrugged.
A sardonic hmph
Was what my secret amounted to.

Felt relieved & reviled simultaneously somehow!
What now?

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8 comments:

  1. scotthastiepoetApril 11, 2021 at 7:22 PM

    Interesting write here - visceral and ambitious... I'll be keeping an eye on what you come up with next Samyuktha...

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  2. HelenApril 11, 2021 at 10:44 PM

    What now indeed ... we require a follow-up.

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  3. NamrathaApril 12, 2021 at 12:04 AM

    Hmph! What now? Interesting write..

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  4. indybevApril 12, 2021 at 1:49 AM

    Hmmmm. An enigma within a conundrum.

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  5. Old EggApril 12, 2021 at 6:37 AM

    Often our self analysis is better discussed with others or else we will be hurt that our lives and hopes don't measure up and we feel like failures.

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  6. MarjaApril 12, 2021 at 8:38 AM

    An intriguing read. makes me curious to what that secret is

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 12, 2021 at 11:12 AM

    Oh my gosh, from one kind of pain to another.

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  8. kaykualaApril 24, 2021 at 8:03 PM

    Very good close Samyuktha! It keeps the reader wondering what can happen after!

    Hank

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