Author: Reena Saxena

When I was four feet tall
I believed I was immortal;

that knives
could not scar me

oceans
not drown me

mistakes
not taint me

evil
not weaken me

age
not change me

pain
not
break me

and that strength
would never fail me.

I was confident I would shape
a sensational destiny.

Yet I am mortal after all.
No ogres quake at the sight of my face,
no lame man walked.
no blind man saw.
no orphans were fed,
peace was not restored.
I was somewhere else,
someone less;
not the giant
of my idle fantasy,
only a wind-blown flake, adept
at making a mess.

I do not scream
or beat my breast
yet I bleed.

Ignominiously,
I bleed.

I scrub at the seepage
but it will not come clean,
leaving an indelible stain
for posterity.

In recompense,
the forgiving flowers of my womb
grow over my stain,
creating…

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This girl looks like a sad statue
Left to lie in an evil brew
Partial reveries so awe less
She’s made of broken promises

Got no rights to facts in the hood
March alone with torch as she should
Assurance he gave was bareness
She’s made of broken promises

No stability in life
For they always end in strife
And the effect is adverseness
She’s made of broken promises*

* A Kyrielle

For what made him do what he did?
All her heart and soul was given to him
And she has given everything up just for him
Has he reached the point of misdid?

Her honour and trust was broken
Not to mention the heart that was bleeding
She was promised the moon but wasn’t delivered
What he did cannot be undone

And was it abuse of power?
Was the temptation great or was it…

The moon is dark
I was out on my own
It was a gloomy fright night
Dark, terrifying, mysterious of a night
Zombies abound with their gruesome faces
A cackle from the witch as the moon disappeared
Eerie feeling as the tombstones growled and opened
And they all started waking up and wandering about
The eve of the Halloween and that was what I was scared of

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 62