BLOOD MARKS

Blood marks

 

Tears of her eyes were different in color,

Red like blood, 

Warm like dead soul,

She didn’t blink, and he didn’t stop,

With every punch he smiled,

This may be the last time,

But she stood there

And he lost his try.

 

With slow moves she stood her ground,

You going to remember me,

She screamed,

And it was the end of fight,

He was lying dead,

No smiles, no blood, just few scars,

And a dead knife with blood marks.

RAJ RAWAT

17/10/17

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Abuse, especially of women is so prevalent and common all over the world. So much a spirit of human being can tolerate! At one point they will take matters into their own hands... because society failed them in its responsibility. Such a powerful topic to write about, thank you for sharing.

[raj24]

thanks for reviewing Mrudula :)..sorry for such late reply though. Women abuse is something that we as society should talk more often and raise our voices. But sadly its the other way round.

[Just Kim]

Wow, this is dark. Sad ending, nicely written though.