She Could Count Till Four

Inside and out. Inside and out. Inside and out. Inside and out.

She counted till four.
That’s all she could count.
The pain blinded her.

The white left him.
And slowly blackened her insides.
The red slowly trickled down her leg.
No boil. Meek. For a lifetime.
The blue scars guffawed.
And no matter how much she tried
To douse the fire within
The water seeped out through her eyes.
Silent, scared, timid.
Shadows seemed to touch her.
Shadows seemed to let go.

And in that haze of boiling rice,
She cooked a broth of unsaid words.
She stirred the rice with the ladle of irony.
And watched the bubbles of her dreams burst.

Trust was a five-letter word.
Alas. She could count till four.