Srivalli Rekha
Thank you, sweetheart, I whisper my gratitude
My lips close to your ears
As you lay in a scarlet pool
Withering and twisting
Like a wayward leaf on an autumn noon
.
It’s okay, I tell you
Pushing the knife deeper
Into the guts that dared to annoy me
While you gasp for breath
Hands clawing at my arm in vain
.
Rest in peace, I murmur
When your body lies still as a statue
Your eyes staring at me;
Is it wonder, fear, or hate?
Too late to say now, isn’t it?
But that’s alright, sweetie
Time had come for you to leave
And my duty was to see you go
.
Now, honey, my heart feels light
My mind is free as sleep beckons me.
Back home I lay on the bed
Drifting to sleep like an innocent child
If only you could haunt me
But that ain’t gonna happen, darling
Sorry… but nope… not sorry
.
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Note: This is a fictional piece.
Such a unique take on the prompt, Srivalli. 💚 Admire the tone of the poem, and the narrative style.
Thank you so much, Moon girl 🙂
Whoa!! What a poem, marvelous!
Thank you so much, Chandra. 🙂
Gulp. Srivalli. You got me, girl. This poem is quintessentially you. Love it
Thank you so much, Natty. 🙂
Feels good to get back to writing poems again, so the inner me is coming out.
Horror thriller chills running down the spine… story line👌👌👌
Thank you so much, Fatema 🙂
Wow! That was a thriller. Loved it💚
Thank you, Gowri. 🙂
Wow! A story wrapped in a poem! 💚 good one Srivalli.
Thank you, Anuradha. 🙂
Hey that’s really good… Loved the thrill chill… Simply. Superb
Thank you, Kirti 🙂
a morbid yet powerfol piece👍👍
Thank you, Ramya. 🙂
Here too Sri, took my breath away.
Thank you, mam. 🙂