Dearest, don’t read this letter

(I know you will)

Don’t inhale my fragrance
buried in the paper

(are you taking deep breaths?)

The words are banal ones
you’ve heard before

(don’t leave me, we belong together)

and have no use for anymore

All I want from you is one last act
Touch the dampness to your lips
to taste the salt of futile tears

Do you feel your eyes grow moist?
Does your throat feel choked?
No, you are not weeping, my love,
It’s just the poison from my pen
working in your veins

Say your last goodbye
for I wrote you my revenge

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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