The Mona Lisa Frown
She was welcomed with open arms,
Her eyes glistened as she daydreamt
Looking ethereal in her wedding dress.
But love was nascent,
As all good things are.
Ephemeral-
Akin to her virginity,
On her first day with him.
He did her like there was no tomorrow.
She was surprised, and blushed
Her cheeks taking the hue
Of an orgasmic red.
Kisses beckoned slaps,
Affection gave way to abuse,
She was but a hawker
Selling lust at odd hours…
To her single customer
He treated her like dirt
Trampling upon her repeatedly.
Her shrieks reverberated within herself.
Pounding her soul and self alike…
Hammering with a humongous force.
Her brassiere flew low-
Insignia that she was taken,
Like a hunter takes the hunted
And she cried ink.
Black ink pored over paper
Murdering him
Not once, not twice
But many times over.
Her anger extruded via her scribbling-
But when would enough actually be ENOUGH?
Her writings turned darker,
Her ramblings sharper
She became a puzzle
Put forward by some deranged individual…
In her dreams, she fled
To new lands, free
Where the grass was black
Blacker than the ink
Coursing through her veins
One day she bathed in his blood, drank it even
Desperation converted into accidental courage,
She laughed and giggled, as she did on the day of her marriage-
The husband convulsed until his fight was over, hers were too…
And their nuptial vows of being together forever
Remained unfulfilled.
© Biswadeep
Image courtesy-Satyaki Sarkar
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