Taste of Bitter


As you sip your tea
headlines steam you up
You agonise over the dead
feel the misery of the survivors
oblivious to my heartache

Tears well up in my eyes
for the onions that feel
the sharp edge of my knife
but I’m numb to the pain
as it draws blood from me

A red stain blooms
on the chopping board
I taste the viscous liquid
teeming with the bitterness
now residing permanently
in my veins

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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