No String

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

I was for a while

Numb, speechless, cold

They were just not words

But a knife pushed through

A heart, left it bleeding.

Was it my pool of blood

Or the hue of love?

Flows….

Warm,

Dense,

Red -

Finds nothing but dust

And I see you

Walk away

Unmoved, untouched,

As if there was nothing ever

The string was mine

It was only mine

Had woven a dream

Now hangs

Torn, washed-out, pale, cadaverous

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