By Anna Jijo
It was loud; she was wailing,
Her heart was mourning;
Alas! she was in grief.
Who was to be blamed?
"Her heart", her brain retorted;
"Her heart chose to be dense,"
Brain barked bitterly.
"No", came a feeble voice;
"I coveted it to be different.
I wished to be loved,
I wished to be hugged,
I wished to be reassured,
I wished to be prioritised,
I was not being dense;
I was beguiled"
Her heart whimpered.
It was silent.
Her heart was silent.
Her brain was silent.
She was silent.
May be,
She never was worthy of it;
Any of it.
By Anna Jijo
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