The letters lay crushed
Regular visitors of trash
Any chance of salvation
Washed away by tears.
They knew our love was
All I wanted
But restrained by fears inside
I let society decide.
My letters will accompany me
To my pyre
Together, be set on fire
Our ashes, interspersed.
Difficult to discern
Which particles had my words
And which, my blood
Joined forever, and mixed in mud.
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Natasha Sharma is a voracious consumer of the written word, who always has a book (or a Kindle, keeping with times) by her side that she devours. She is, by profession, a freelancing software developer. Natasha moonlights as a writer where her humorous side seeps through her words. She is inclined towards short stories, but secretly harbours a dream of writing a novel. She hosts her stories at the following link: https://awetnose.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/girl-in-the-mirror/
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