By Tanushree Kar
The penumbra of the mauve Hellebore,
called to me from a distance.
I begged ; not to turn back
I begged ; to slaughter the feelings commenced.
The Hellebore didn't shed a tear -
In the flesh, it wasn't aware
of the capillaries rupturing in me.
The day after, I looked in the mirror
Remorse crept in for the sin I did.
My reflection queried
"Wicked, evil, sinful, viced "
Tears brimming on my face.
I thought through
a thought of agony
"Though I have; lived as yet
I die incessantly always.
Yearning still for the Hellebore's poison
Entangled in it's lethal maze."