Just realising that you have been gashed will not erase the Scar that is bound to form. The most you can do is tend to that Wound and ensure it Never opens again.
– Maya Desdemona
After The Words Are Exchanged
I have been cruel.
I don't know if it was necessary.
I don't know if it was deserved.
All I know is that I have been cruel.
Why was it so?
Do I even regret it?
Have I truly stooped so low in this life?
The thought plagues me.
I know not what I have done,
But the thorns around my heart
Constrict with knowing silence.
They were merely words,
Having no effect on the receiver.
But I must live
Knowing I have been cruel.
– Maya Desdemona
Invisible
Slipping away,
Feeling unseen,
Can anyone see me?
Do I want them to?
– Arsh
A Prompt For Anyone Interested:
Such a hideous creation could only be eradicated by its creator.
Or so they thought.
Perhaps the fact that the creator was deranged enough to create such a thing was warning enough.
Recovering
Left me alone,
Fending for myself,
Abandoned again.
I got back up again,
Left you behind in the dust,
Now I'm in the light.
– Arsh
A Question Answered
Ethereal Goddess,
Can we say that we tried?
Just this once?
Magnificent disaster,
Trying was not enough,
It never is.
– Arsh
Deception
Talking low
And talking smooth,
Effortlessly charismatic.
Yet every effort has
Gone to waste.
They lied.
– Arsh
A Silver-Tongue
Eloquently speaking,
Yet slowly sinking.
No silver-tongue can
Help me now.
Suddenly drowning,
Yet, irreversibly hoping.
No hero can
Save me now.
– Arsh
A Casualty
Across the pond filled with reeds,
The lone soldier's tall figure heaves.
Weary of his deeds,
He is now one with the weeds.
One can only hope that he finds peace,
And that his soul is now at ease.
– Maya Desdemona
Revenge Served Hot: A Short Story
The kettle’s high pitched whistling seemed to only fuel her growing anger, while the tea that was furiously bubbling in it was now as bitter as her tears. Towards him she felt only resentment, but she always sugared his tea so he would not notice. He never did, anyway.
Only, with the sugar that was there was in his tea today, served as it always had been, a little poison had slipped from her vengeful gaze into his to-go beverage.
– Maya Desdemona
Luminousis 