I remained to be there and surrendered
knowing how hard it was going to be.
And through the files of dead-leaving journals
revived half of my eyes’ illiterate fears.
Those painted fences got devastated with
the perils that risked my rooms of filthy
unspoken thoughts, those supernatural voices of
myself leaving this pensive land when I was still learning.
I emptied my room, burnt those windows and
felt those regrets more than I thought.
Just for a second I believed it to be
a sunken dart of unfinished living.
It visits, punishes and still waits for the next day.
And I’m still here to save all of these…

-The Plutonic Wrath

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© The Plutonic Wrath (Shreya Barai)