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For someone who let me into her inner world.
Its a deal breaker alright but what comes after.

Dial M for Corrosion

She is not used to it
being the powerful one
or perceived to be the one
with the power.

She wanted be safe and secure,
playful and calm
in a house, she could call her own
resounding with the laughter
of children.
Her own children.

And she assumed
that a marriage is just the
perfect dish where all these ingredients
find place.

What her conditioning did not
tell her that she would be the only
one serving it.
From an ebbing pot.

But this time
he broke it
with sharp glass shards
on the floor.

She just stands there
transfixed in a shock
with all eyes on her now
pleading her to make next move
in the direction dictated by them
control writ large on their face
but in the garb of concern.

But all she can hear
are the voices of her children
dulling her inner voice.

Oh God!
A baby she is herself
as she lies now
curled up into herself
on the kitchen floor.

Poetry by Sona