Rimli Bhattacharya writes

The day I died

That day I died, those pills drugging me down

struggling between delirium and reality with my eyes closing,

my heartbeats sinking, my pulse ceasing

I called you.

With painful memories gradually fading I pleaded "Help me, I am losing the battle"
"I am at a funeral, someone passed away, face your demons", you said

They flushed my stomach with the tube tearing my intestine,

and a mask on my face to breathe, I asked for you again.

They didn't reply, they didn't smile, they didn't console –

I lost count of days –

I reached your doorstep to find you jolted "What have you done?"

You sat like a stone, and I beseeched "Why don't to hug me, why don't you?"

"No I won't, since I am that bitter truth you want to hear", was your reply –

"I am a cactus", I retorted

"People trample over a flower only to embrace a cactus,

Do not be a prick, forgive yourself, you are not perfect;

Show yourself grace, you are still learning;

Show yourself patience, you are on a journey,

Don’t take it since it is gifted to you only once"

Was the murmur before you disappeared in puissance;

That broken girl changed her birth date one more time.

 

 Cactus -- Sinan Hussein