Tuesday, 27 March 2018

Those Chances

One chance, he pleaded
And she kept on giving chances after chances
Till her only chance of continuity
Was to walk away with dignity

Forgive me, he begged
She kept on forgiving till she realised
One day, she won't be able to forgive herself
For risking everything in the process
Only for momentary indulgence

Talk to me once, he requested
She had nothing left
Except granules of glasses
That ripped whatever was left in her.

He had taken it all.
All of her
Such was his carnage


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