Big green eyes, vacant and still
Shooting around here and there
Glimmering loud and shrill
Flooded with emotions bare
Rubbed and battered, washed clean
(Like clothes on a dhobi ghaat)
Searching through darkness, for a glimpse of his shadow
Awoken from sleep, every night
Hurting from that acidic flow
Of tears and blood, boiling hot
Laid mercilessly one on top of the other
Raging away through nerves frayed
Disintegrating every part of who she is
Pink nose, running quick
And a rosy grey crescent under each hollow eye
Eroding the soft mounds of flawless skin
Flickering from cherished smiles to shameless begging
(In love, and always will be)
