Deep down and dead
Standing, tongue tied and twisted
Crawling her way up to reach the
crack
Reminiscence of past crush all that’s
left
Screams of misery and pain
For her standing self to hear
But words reach just somewhere else
Subdued now by the reigns of Fates
A war of devils and angels alike
Striving to breathe their power in her
When all she wants is to be an earthling
Be back in her flesh and her true soul.
Split in two is her existence
Real buried and figurine stands
Delusional truth simply out in cold
A puppet, with life, caged within the world.
-VAISAKHI MISHRA
