They purify themselves passing through you. Their unwanted attributes now your residue. You filter them but you're in vain, Once you're used, replaced again...
It was the last day in school. Everyone was jotting down their best memory with each other in their respective farewell diaries. Some wanted to attend marriages, some confessed their love.
No sooner did the school shoes change into expensive pencil heels, college life erased everything.
sheets appear like shrouds, my eyes like Monsoon clouds, here on your Autumn bed, like dead leaves I spread. my feet touch floor Winter cold, smiles in Summer sales unsold, I wish Keats had the time to know, my Spring was Frost miles ago.
you slide my cover to burn my child on me, you murder my children to prepare your husband's tea. not a word I say, not a single abuse, the day I lose them all, I'll have nothing to lose. but what about you?