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An inward-looking dark poem, by Anoucheka, exclusively for Different Truths
Dawn seeped in After a night during which I battled calamities with my Own shadow, which kept growling At me, pushing me to inject In my blood, that transparent Liquid which can give me wings For a while, having me forget About the thorns that adorn my dress, Those same which make of life A disease seeking solely To be given a vaccine to get cured! Peers, who, like me, Wanted a shot of magic To give themselves Another chance at life! I looked at my reflection in my mirror, My unkempt hair and the dark circles Under my eyes could have easily Qualified me for getting a role In a horror movie While the stale smell emanating from My unwashed body could have killed Even a skunk! Why, nobody even tries to knock on my door To take note of how I am keeping myself Nobody even bothers, Nobody even cares And life is like a poisonous creeper Which has invaded every cell of my body Wanting to conquer me and to push me To my knees so as to have me regret The simple fact that I dared take birth To suffer for my past sins! But the syringe and the needle that I used Last night are still here And I have my supplies for at least a week, After which I would need to find some ways To get some more money to replenish my stock! This invisible liquid is a boon, a gift, It is that which adds fragrance to my corpse That which makes me forget that along With the bloom that I am, I carry thorns as well, So, I asked my reflection in the mirror, Why not?
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