Srivalli Rekha

Needles pricked my arm. Head pounded like crazy. Parched mouth heavy with cigarette taste, it took effort to crack open

Three-year-olds don’t want to go to school. I wasn’t an exception. After months of unsuccessful attempts to make me stay

After a tiring photoshoot that extended for more than fourteen hours, Geet flopped into the chair not minding the chaos

In finest of gold with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires glittering and sparkling, I was the epitome of power. For

The room spun around me. Was there a part of me that wasn’t bruised, cut, or abused? Blood trickled into

The trees, thorny bushes, rocks, and streams looked artistic scattered all over the place. Fruits were in abundance, so were

Right here, right now, I hold my ground Broken and Barren; Dried and Destroyed Stripped naked of my glory My

  Bare empty ruined I stood in the glaring hot orange ball’s heat not knowing how long the torture would

A long sigh broke the silence of the night. Tears flowed as Elissa stared through the window. The full moon,