#OpenPoetry She took all the abuse And stepped into the kitchen to make dinner The rotis were a bit salty that night Her long sleeve blouse was not just her being Conservative But they also helped her hide the cigarette burns All her backless gowns now laid tucked away in some dark corner of the closet Coz they dint hide the scars well enough And She washed all the red stains off her Garments, It wasn't that time of the month yet. Her sindoor was to represent her married pride Her mangal sutra, to represent the bond of their marriage And Her bangles, To represent a happy life Now laid lifeless. Much like her, Their soul had died too But She never stopped to think Marital rape is also a crime The cold belt buckles And that hot iron Now felt the same And every night when he laid on her, It was nothing more than maggots having their way with a corpse Now this abnormalicy had turned to routine As Days became months then years She did nothing but screamed within Till, Till the day that monster turned to her daughter That day... she turned into KALI #OpenPoetry #iamsinnerman #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofig #writingcommunity #poets #writersofinstagram #poetsociety #instapoet #writerscommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofig #quote #quotes #quotesaboutlife #quotestoliveby #quoteoftheday #quotestagram #sinnerman #quotestags #quotesgram #quotesdaily #lovequote #quotesofInstagram #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #instapoem
