Eating My Heart Out

I’m choking.

In the copper of my red dreams
and the warmth of the laughter in them,
as they ooze down, staining my hands
and my body
and my life
with my sin.
I can feel his tears
and the warm beating of each promise I made him
as my teeth
tear our lives
to shreds.
I can taste his pain
and my regret
and the bitter aftertaste of guilt.
I’m choking.
But I push it down my throat,
swallowing his broken pride and our happiness.

The lies continue hysterically laughing and ask me to take another bite…


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. vishalbheeroo
    Nov 12, 2014 @ 20:29:31

    Absolutely brilliant piece woven. The world bloom in hypocrisy and bang on, Deeksha.
    What a superb comeback on blog:)


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