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I Killed Her

I tried to describe how it feels to leave one's childhood behind and be an adult in this treacherous world

By Neer BukhariaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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I Killed Her
Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash

Eyes well up

Voice becomes dumb

Lungs barely breathe

Chest burdensome

Carrying weight of a murder

Of a girl very handsome.

Nerves high in cortisol

Veins circulates dead blood cells

Arteries blockages due to guilt and stress.

Heart beats in dead body like of a mummy.

Lungs inhales poison to kill the human in her slowly

Sight blinded, throat choked,

Thoughts tied with a rope

Tongue does not allow them to elope

Limbs incapacitated

Only moving to kill and bled

Hands blasted apart

After firing multiple shots straight at head

Slowly she gave herself a dreadful death

Slaughtered her soul because the bullies told.

Wore metal nails to fit in society's mould.

She killed the naive child she was to be a woman

But living in a body so, she feels like her indentity's stolen

Cause her mind and heart still belongs to the land of innocence

She is not ready to step in the world full of real deception.

Bound by fate, she can't be the same the child in her has to be mudered,

So she can be a free women tied in chains of vices and demons

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Neer Bukharia

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