Pale skin blossoms

plum wine,

as she shoves off

her pelagic musings

yet another time.

Sickening slide

of the blade

stretch and slice,

Oozing an ocean of red

O’er her wrists and thighs.

Lesioned lips,

turn winter pale

The deeper , the better

She relishes in pain.

Tears spill down


Trickling away

the unseen.

Onerous of swirling

through these waves,

she now yearns deep

to drown her fears away.

Though it’s the cold blue blood

that now rushes

down her veins,

Another cut

And it’s the crimson

that finally numbs her pain.


She chokes,

she cries

she fades,

into an echo

lost in space.

-Vaishnavi Parihar


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Kitty Jade says:

    I suppose this represents self-harm, or suicide? The idea is sad but you’ve worded it really well.

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    1. SAUDADE says:

      Thank you so much. I’m so glad you feel that way about my writing. 💙
      And to be honest that was the exact meaning of my blog. :’)
      Also, thank you so much for sparing your valuable time and reading all of my blog posts and also for appreciating them.
      Happy blogging! 😊

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      1. Kitty Jade says:

        Same to you! I look forward to future posts.

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