Rains...

Shaanvi Rai
Feb 2, 2025
1 min read

She loves when it rains,

Soaking the embers teasing her skin.

She loves loud noises,

Reminders of what home sounded like.

Strangled by the hands of her pain.

In silence,

Is her loudest ache.

In numbness,

She feels awake.

The beauty of her ugly mind,

The whispers of her silent cries,

Consume her,

Bit by bit.

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