Freckles of Bondage
She stood fixed,
Watched her life in misery,
Misery that dug its vicious claws deep,
Deep in her aching heart.
Wept as the last pinch of life drained out of the slain body,
Lifeless,
Still and cold.
She dreaded the prints that trailed her mind,
Permanent footprints,
Of reject, and animosity,
Of helplessness and grief,
As worthless became her first name.
She still heard the deep voice in her head,
The videos refreshed in her head,
Of the hurls from her husband,
The kicks on her cursed abdomen.
She reminisced of mornings,
Mornings she woke up with black eyes,
Yet forced to lie against her gut.
Her mother begged her to hold on,
To spare her from the shame,
Labels of shame from the fastidious society,
She told her to wait,
The long wait.
Then the freckles dug deeper,
They tagged her barren,
A curse to their generation,
And her tears clouded her vision,
Her bitterness blurred her sight,
Her agony killing her soul,
And lost in disguise,
She struck…
So the blood stains on her sleeves,
Tell the tale of a troubled soul,
In search of a quench for its thirst.
A broken soul,
Not to be mended anymore.
