We were in a room on a midday
he was sitting on a white chair,
I stood behind him
and we witnessed the crisp leaves fell from an old mango tree outside
the wind gently caressed our bodies,
it was like watching the wailing waves on the sea
as the sea breeze kissed the shore
he lifted his right arm(which had more strength than the other)
pulled my hands to his chest,
my fingers were trembling with fears
as though they were stems of a wilted rose
i tried to undo his grip-
he was strong
i could feel his warm breath right before my horrified face-
it was engulfing, devouring, hungry
he pushed me on the white blank wall,
pushed me, pushed me, pushed me once more
until he reached his anticipated ecstasy
I was trapped by my own self
shivering in the cold
like a broken piece of glass battered on the floor
I gathered myself -
he left none of himself
(only his haunting shadows on the white blank wall)
his breath echoed off the wall
together with my silent tears,
a crimson dot spotted the floor
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