Written by Shruthi
Look into my eyes and you’ll see
The inverted image of your journal
Don’t ask me who I am or how I got here
Secrets slipped carelessly
From your fingers and burst into
Prickly roses across my lap
The barely contained breathing and
Pure sublime exhilaration derived from
The delicious task of sifting through
Somebody else’s spilled ink, exposed soul
The only things left unsaid is your name
And what I should do in your absence
As I take in your sprawling handwriting
I’m a child again, on a summer afternoon
Sweaty, eagerly gulping water
Suddenly comparable to ambrosia
I hear voices calling for my return
To an unfinished game of hide and seek
Let us play a game of pretend
Where you emptied out for a stranger
The words you meant for no one else to see
I’ll lock up the things you ache for
And keep the key under my mattress
They’re for my prying eyes only
So, do me a favour
Please scream at me
Pervert!
At my lust for what is not mine
Maybe the parasite in me will recoil
In devastating shame
Until then I’ll be here
Shrouded in darkness
Only illuminated by your mirage
Filtering in through the keyhole
I’ll continue to pry my life away
Hoping to drown in yours.
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