Behind all your fables I heard a child eagerly waiting for applause.
Unintentionally, revealing all the scars on his back that he had carried ever since he learned the ways of the ugly world.
I could feel myself being drawn to drizzle all the warmth that I possessed,
the same warmth that I had saved to protect myself from a wild, wintery storm someday.
So, little by little, I gave a piece of me to fill the void in you, unrepentantly.



© Samiksha Kemwal