A Vicious Trap
An arrow so deep it cut my veins
Her name was Rage
Profound, comprehensive Rage
She cut beneath my fractures
Tearing apart what was left.
As I stare at the shattered plates
Trembling hands, flashing eyes
Chaos erupted in my soul
I scream, a sound of pure agony
I let out what was left in me
I’m sorry, I repeat
The words so parched and apathetic
She smiles
“You are alas nothing but a slave
A slave to my agony
And I shall watch you burn forever”
I smile for I am nothing but a fool. A fool to her play.
I’m a content writer currently located in Kerala, India. Writing, for me is a way to express my intense and unstable emotions. Turning pain into art is a coping mechanism that I find beautiful and honestly, thrilling. It helps me introspect on my own actions in a creative way.
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