Anamika Dutta


Cold, shivering

In pain.

The voices inside my head,


Doubts; I’m frozen.



I’m about to be sick

The shard of glass

Twisting & turning 

More & more

Into my heart.

I see a light –

Blurry but bright,

Are you going to save me?

No! A reminder –

It’s the end; he said it’s the end

Your soul has left your body

It lies there. Can you not see?

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