Zapped

She zapped around on her broom

Awaiting her prince. Till she decided

To conjure one.

Yatch

He sat on his yatch,alone

Dream fulfilled. Yet, a strange

Emptiness engulfed him. 

Xanax

She popped a Xanax and tried to go back to sleep. 

The screamings started as soon as she closed her eyes-startled,she sat up. 

Sweat had broken on her brow. 

The rational part of her tried to reason with her-it is ok to sweat when you hear a dead person's voice,you were not at fault. It happened. You need to move on. 

A morbid smile crept to her lips,move on from what?

To what?

Her eyes glazed over. It was time. 

This hour came everyday and passed into oblivion till the next day. 

She drifted in the interweaving period.

How could she move on from killing someone?

How will she ever overcome this?

What was her purpose?

This and many other questions plagued her as she sat and wept beside her own grave. 

Wellness

Wellness of her being,lay with him.

She wept when she went away.

Wept again,albeit with joy when she returned to his arms.

Her world was him. 

This made her afraid.

She had finally found her fear and it befuddled her. 

Her passion for one made her see reason in everything she did.

She reasoned and tried but ultimately knew that loving someone so deeply would bring forth a vulnerability but instead of mistakenly taking it as her weakness and shunning it.

She revelled in him,being her strength and source of energy and light.

Umbrella

Her umbrella was a tool

For men with pokes in their 

pants on the bus.

She travelled far and wide

Till she came to a bridge 

And decided to jump off it.

Veil

She was blindfolded and taken behind a veil.

When her aunt had blindfolded her,she giggled and thought they would be playing a game.

A game,it was but of the most vicious kind.

She was made to lie on a stone bed,this is when the fear hit her. 

The blindfold was taken off and she let off a soft scream-the scene that unfolded around her was something that she had never seen.

Her various female relatives,singing in glee but somehow it all seemed very eerie.

There was a blunt razor there,a blade. 

They unclothed her,she started whimpering but they threatened with dire consequnces if they do not let them make her "pure" and sinfree.

They rubbed some herbs on her genitals,make believe anaesthetic it was and then the blade was brought down heavily on her clitoris.

The white shock of pain reverbated through her  every cell. 

Even in her daze,she thought-the amount of blood is not so much. 

She fainted while her kins patched and stitched her shut. 

She retained this memory,the pain and the helplessness against the restraints that she was put in-while she went in labour.

Her husband had slashed her when he impregnanted her and the scar tissue was hard. 

These were her last memories,as she bled to death.

Ironically,another female was born. 

Took away

He took her toys-kept them away

Took away her innocence 

Plummetted away.