An ordinary day,
before the dread.
When thorns and roses
didn’t all look alike.
When hope was still,
a four lettered word.
Not hollow and empty
as a phantom’s soul.
When it’d take bricks,
to break my bones.
Which now all surrender,
at the softest of brush.
Back when I feared
the demons in my closet,
didn’t know that there lay,
scarier things than that.
Like promises, smiles
and those fairy tales.
An ordinary day,
before the dread.
Out of the blue,
You arrived.
arrived as poison,
and in a bottle labeled,
                          ~ Anushka. a