It's too late dear. (poem)




SR Fiction : Poetry

She started stabbing a knife in my chest, right in the center of my heart.
Through the skin and through the tissue, metal reached its virtue.
In between arteries, she saw someone sleeping.
Knife poked her, she woke up, smiled.
Blood ran through my heart, so through her eyes, she died.
Wailing with extreme agony, she realized her mistake, she withdrew the knife, sobbing.
‘Wipe your tears, now it’s too late dear’ I offered.
She killed both of us, as she found herself smiling in my heart.
‘I will return, once again, I promise’


- S h a i l  R a v a l


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