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Saturday, November 13, 2010

The Story of a Girl


Slowly, one by one
She let the memories burn.
But the ashes were all around,
The conscience, yet to be found.

Those noises were deafening her. 
The face in the mirror, but a blur.
When she tried to listen though, 
She could not hear those screams, no. 

So fiercely, she rubbed her eyes,
While in her mind, still rolling dice.
The odds, they seemed to favour her tonight!
She'd killed the man, with all her might. 

The blood on her hands remained.
She stared at it, only slightly pained. 
But those noises? They were here to stay
To remind her of the storm at bay. 

Bloody, Blurry
The emptiness so noisy. 
In the shining armour, her knight. 
She'd stabbed him with all her might. 

Slowly, one by one
She let the memories burn.
But the ashes were all around,
The conscience, yet to be found.

~
(to be continued)


3 comments:

Zoya said...

The conscience will never be found... Because thats not how it works...

Also, I like all the metaphors

Zoya said...

The conscience will never be found... Because thats not how it works...

Also, I like all the metaphors

Riddhi said...

:)