A Talking Pillow

Created On: 10/7/2016 6:29:15 PMAuthor: Mitali Shah

As darkness seeps
Someone in my room awaits me
To swallow away
The pain my lips can't puke but eyes pour out

How was the day? It asks
I am sure hell is much better, I say
For those nasty misters
I am an object of pleasure
Which can't be fulfilled by their better half's
Because deep inside them lies a filthy demon
Who craves to torment the anger on the naives and tender soul's.

My childhood has being torn apart in the pages of my life and replaced by accords of human trafficking only because the creators of my life wanted to fill their empty stomachs.

As each scary day passes off
The pain seems to be fuming up
My body screams from within
Embracing the white cotton sheets and soft furs
Is the place I succumb completely
And hear the voices from the non living pillow-
“Punch me when you're angry
Hug me when you need love
Narrate me your stories when you have no one to hear you out
And I promise to never leave your side.”


Drashti 10/7/2016 8:16:06 PM

Amazingly written sweetheart ❤

Hitanshi 10/7/2016 8:23:31 PM

Woah! That's one hell of wonderful piece!!

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