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Nausea
by Ishika Seth
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Destructive relationships strangle me
The noose of kinship threatens…
Like a captive convicted for an uncommitted crime
I wait…
When home becomes house
Which does not keep the world out
But keeps you locked in
When suffering clings to the bed-sheets
And cobwebs speak of coagulated words
And unspoken pain
A love gone moldy
I lie in bed…
Stare at the yellowed ceiling
Searching for an escape route
The smell of dust wraps me like a devouring blanket
Flee-flee far away
Away from inadequate affection
Like the chinks in the bedroom
Through with impotent sunlight peeps in
I’m afraid…afraid of the barren white walls
I’m afraid this house will kill me one day

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December 16, 2001
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