That Small Frail Thing

H.Sanbika is medically oriented by degree though she's not practicing it currently, Her passion on scribbling thoughts dragged her here.

“I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia

Like the owls, her soul roams at night

And dreams like vermin, haunts every corner of her heart

The coming days never fail to sow seeds of fright

The path was dark in this moonless night.

The sorrow in her eyes, cannot quench the ever thirsty stars

And when they're gone, the black velvet sky made jewels from her eyes

The sun gave her roses bedewed with blood

Strings of light dies with her touch

The rain were shards of glass, piercing through her skin

The nightmares never stop inflicting pain

The place she knew is getting lost

Along with treasures she loved the most

The darkness kept blinding her mind

And with all the foul ghosts lurking around

They summoned her to kill that small frail thing

Though she can't, for it was her everything

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