By Aadhya Kedia
I feel the need to transform,
Why? You ask, shattered scars leave prints.
Embodied to be forgone,
Erase the memory.
Build it new, unused, thy pure,
Change the reality into a dream.
Something you can never call yours,
Erase the ecstasy.
To blame, to tame, to make vain,
Don’t you worry, I love you.
Eve, coin flip, please,
Erase me, as easily as your line.
Remind yourself, for I am not her,
She shed her skin, the memory scarred.
Filthy, worn, exploited, still - purer,
Erase me, as though I am a fantasy.