Anushree Vaishnav

The Last Time

November 13, 2018

Once again, I felt your hand on my body.

Once again, I felt death.

I want to cry. I want to shout.

And this time, I worked hard to do it.

But your hand stopped me.

Held me down. Silenced me.

I feel helpless.

I feel worse.

I still remember, very clearly —

when you said it’s a game.

And every time-every single time —

I told myself… this is the last time.

But how can I trust my own words

when they already feel like a lie?

And it’s over.

You left me there —

like a dead body.

A cold, dead body.

The last time…

I repeat.

TheSparklingWords // Anushree Vaishnav