Everyday you would attain school
despite the pain you suffer through,
Just to seek a new letter in your locker.
A letter which brought a smile on your face.
A letter which emerged new emotions in your eyes.
A letter you kept reading all day, just to feel the words all over again.
A letter from your locker no. 498
Peace is something you always sought.
He knew what you went through,
As he lived down the street 8th of fifth avenue.
He heard the man you call your father one day,
beating the living daylight out of you.
He heard your pain and called for help
To save you from the man you dread.
You got that day, glorious freedom from the man you hate,
The man he mentioned once in the letter,
A letter from your locker no. 498
He loved you, one day he confessed.
Still unknown, an angel from heaven to help.
Called you at a cafe on your birthday to celebrate.
You wore the perfect red dress any girl can wear.
Beautiful you looked, your brother admired and praised.
When you reached the cafe, you wondered when,
You fell in love with the boy from that letter,
A letter from your locker no. 498
Swarnim Koteshwar
Struggles of a rape survivor
Shrutika Kahale
Sept 2020
He will do the same,
but it won't be the same.
There's a difference in love and lust,
I tell my mind, I hammer it,
saying, "he's the one I chose, the one I trust".
Bathroom
Thoughts
Shrutika
Kahale
Sept 2020
i) Age eight: Sitting on a sea saw, a silky straight haired girl making me loath
my frizzy curls
with hate. Or at least what I assumed to be hate.
Up and down, Up and down.
Envy, they go up and we ultimately feel lower than them. It was envy.