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".
As he placed his hand over my face and asked,
"Is it alright if I touch you?"
my heart agreed, but lips
couldn't move.
As he carried his hands towards my neck,
and repeated the same question,
my forehead began to sweat,
by a flashback on my inward eye,
of wolves feasting on my body,
their filthy nails digging in my skin,
the undesired touch that dried my tears,
and silenced my screams.
"No he wasn't them,"
I tell myself again.
He studied my eyes with a gentle smile
"It's alright, will take this slow."
He kissed my forehead and
he let me go.
Shrutika Kahale
A Silent Wish
Shrutika Kahale
May 2020
No , I ain't the one
with an appealing smile,
not the one with a winsome face
and hilarious personality with hint of grace.
Not the one who hangs out
with a bunch of peeps
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.