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Dead

A succinct eulogy delivered.

Everything desired said.

‘Riya is dead’.

Hurt

Pain was normal.

Happiness rare.

She romanticised both,

and hung in the middle, of nowhere.

Vulnerable

As alcohol flowed down my throat,

the pretense came crashing down,

I felt vulnerable and broken

to the core.

Mirror

Do you see? He pointed ahead.

I aimed the knife

at the mirror behind him.

Not anymore, I cried.