Oh! how are you?
He asks his eyes pained
My torn lips tremble
breasts ache in pain
And eyelids droop in shame
He prods and probes
Like a stranger
I read too much into his lines
I did not have an orgasm, I say
If that is what you want to know.
I sense heavy
Unasked questions
I am taking a metro
Getting to work, having my espresso,and my favourite
croissant I have always Been a survivor .
His eyes pained and lips trembled
But he did not hold me
nor turn back
When he shut the door.
I am again alone
A soliloquy
Monotone and monochrome.
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