The tired heart.

The heart despaired.

It stood alone,
in the cold, clammy night,
at the edge of the city.
With the October monsoon,
hurling raindrops resembling
violent comets.
Earth-bound,
Heart-bound.
Each threatening to destroy.

The heart,
tired from fighting,
laid on the ground.
All exposed;vulnerable.
Bare.

Resistance

She forced herself to fight,
against thoughts that threatened,
against the lump that rose.

Taking solitude in blanks,
directing her thoughts to pen.
With its inexplicable vengeance.

She bit her lips,
tasted metallic,
something foreign,
familar.

Hot angry tears.
Exhausted and melancholic,
she did not attempt,
to resist.