The Things we never said-

I lived like Alice in the wonderland felt like fairy in the Peter Pan— youth? my first bloom? I lived a life no one could…

Wait—

the pages turning, turning, turning…

Ah- time really sucks!

I wana tear the book apart... that page I read like a horror story every night of lie engraved in this shitty book named: “Inscribed—YOU.”

But the bookmark stays,

At that tear-soaked page—

a chapter of crime,

born from the things I never said…

but the dialogues of unknown characters whispers, “She did.”

A fight— for proof of my innocence? When people read me through many copies of book in hand?! I gasp surrender…

pillow fluffed— me sliding the book under,

even the sky roars with thunder.

I carry a weight too heavy on my shoulders.

Guilt is all I see when I look into the mirror, soft pure slow fingers tracing broken glass, zoning out —

where I threw my head against the point it all shattered. Only cause my head couldn’t hold any more of accusation,

fingertips sliced slipping by shattered glass, blood streaming in slow streams, with no pain?! Just mind filled with never-said words’ blames...Pulling out glass piece in hand; Staring...

A Whisper? Through lips of mirrored reflection? Try- Try- Try escaping this prison?

Jolt! I gasped waking from illusion.

Pressure on my chest... Breathing Hard!

Dimly lit room! Laying paralysed in the bed, silent cascades of pain slipping through my eyes, a beating heart in a dead, hypnagogic hallucinations in form of the things I never said,

Could unsaid words really lead one to dead!? GRUSOME—

-EIMAN ASIF