Shrill Silence


The sickly sweet smell of excess male perfume
The strong rotten smell of drunken breath
Assault her senses, a brutal assault
He comes closer.
She's suffering from the cramps of her monthly cycle
She's tired from the hard labour of the household
She shakes her head no, it goes unnoticed
He comes closer.
It is unravelling
She starts chanting "No, no, no!"
The back of her knees hit the bed.
He comes closer.
She screams, "No!"
But the hand is strong, too strong
The scream is muffled, the tears are free
A few bangles break, the shards twisting into her heart
He comes closer.
She screams no more, it's eerily silent
She's no more with him.
She lying on her father's lap
She's reading his first love letter
"I'll never let any pain touch you."
The thread breaks- weak as it was...
He comes closer.

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