in

Dead Call of a sick

She wept

at the memory of me

we had spent good times

now there was a chasm

tears rolled in drops

vanished in chasm

leaving her in hiccups

and body shaking spasms

a crack had grown wider

and now

was a valley

before long

yet with the passage of time

we ended in two corners

gloomy and dead

as for me

I was exhausted

by human emotions

and their networks

intricate and complex

with ego being the sickness prime

I also knew

that without a mate

she felt late

and took to many

and sullied

herself

rather well

today she looks like

a bitten in

and juice dried mango

with nothing in her hands

except a decadent culture,

beaten ego

a bit of money

and a ramshackle residence

with decaying body parts

she is awaiting her death

and expects me to

crossover

and help her lower

into her grave

ain’t this a high ask

my palms

do not need disease

and I would never forgive her

not for me

and what I had to go through

but for her

how she spent herself

so sick

and so dead!

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Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.

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