Daggers dig
My eyes, my nails, my
skin,
Piercing through
The smell you left on me.
Memories bounce
From the scars you had
touched,
Gifting marks
Never to leave the empty spaces.
Bleak nights
Your voice echoes from
the silent corners,
Dark alleys
Trace your warm breath on
my cold sweat.
Stars fall
On the creases of the
deserted bed,
Glass shatters
As my lips quiver and
whisper your name.
- - Sayantani Sarkar.
