Broken Wings

Trees swaying to the music

Some with orange hue

Some pink and some blue

She sits under them

Her wavy hair touching her face

and gently moving away

A book in her hand

A love story maybe

Just like theirs-

Just next to the trees

is their dream

Standing tall

White and cream

Painted with hands

Dipped in love

Their home

Each room,

is them

together

Each brick over another,

is them

glued together

The air smells of rose

Or maybe Jasmine

He was not sure

but it smells of her

this he was sure

A little sweet, a little minty

Somewhat like flowers, and

Somewhat misty

His life and his home, is

filled with her heart

The joy is palpable on his face

And then he got up from his sleep

Realizing it was all a dream

His heart broke a little

but not too much

He knew she was around

and she will soon give in

He walked to her room,

where he had kept her chained

From the day he abducted her

few years back

Soon, very soon

He thought

Soon, very soon

He told himself

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Linking with A Prompt A Day. Prompt 4 Quoted#1.The quote for inspiration is:

“Everything you can imagine is real” — Pablo Picasso

Scream

“Stop it” Maria screamed.

“Who are you? Stop following me. Stop screaming in my ears. Come out if you need help but please those screams are breaking my heart. Who are you?”

She waited for the answer but no one replied. It was white all around with snow. There was no one in sight as far as she could look and suddenly the screams started again.

“Help me. Help me”

Covering her ears with her hands tightly, Maria ran towards her home. This had been going on for weeks but she had no idea who was following her and screaming for help. As soon as she reached home, Maria went about her routine like normal, trying to forget the screams. She had been thinking about telling Elan about it but it looked like he was not in a good mood and she knew it better to irk him more. His fist prints still looked fresh on her cheeks. She made coffee and then dinner, just like Elan expected her to do. Later at night she laid herself down on the bed and let Elan use her body in every unthinkable way. It was normal for her. There was an acceptance between them. He had accepted her dark past and she had accepted his dark present.

Sometime around midnight Maria got up startled. She was sweating. At first she thought she was dreaming but then she heard it again, the heart rending, tragic scream. Someone was screaming for help in her ears loudly. She turned around and saw Elan. He was sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel. If only our inner demons would show on our face, she thought.

And then she heard it again. Afraid that she might wake up Elan, Maria ran out to the drawing room but the scream followed her. It was getting louder and louder.

Maria didn’t know what to do, so she started running. She was running as fast as she could, bare feet and in only a T-shirt. The scream was following her and was getting louder and louder.

And then suddenly, just like that she started screaming with the scream, saying it over and over again “Help me”

It was only then she realized the screams were always her’s. It was her. She had been without a voice for so long that she didn’t realize when it came back; her voice of reason. It had been her all the time, screaming for help.

Maria finally realized; it was time to get help. And she screamed “HELP ME”

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Linking it with "BAR- Wordy Wednesday. Prompt "Scream"

Together Forever

knitted in a pattern

resting together

wrinkled hands

Linked with A Prompt Each Day. Prompt2 Through Thick and Think

Simple

unkempt bed

filter coffee

a Sunday morning

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Linking it with A Prompt Each Day. Prompt 1 is "Simple"