Haunted

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.