Sambhabi Mondal

November 14, 2003- Kolkata

Midnights

Midnights were often scary for me.
Tired voices
Angry eyes
Suppressed screams and
Foul mouths.
Midnights were often scary for me.

Midnights were often discouraging for me.
The smell of expensive alcohol on your breath.
The stink of cheap humanity reeking from you.
The eerie sounds of the creaking bed as you tossed and turned in your sleep.
Midnights were often discouraging for me.

Midnights were often unpleasant for me.
The salty tears on my pillow.
The oozing blood were my nails dug into my skin from anxiety.
The throbs of headache bursting my brains.
Midnights where when you came home.
Midnights were often unpleasant for me.
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