This poem is written by Taskia Alam and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of July.

Tragic October

Written poems over your name;

while you mark down your love under my skin with alcohol-rubbed needles.

I’m your harmonica;

That plays her chores in order.

This tragic October.

Melancholic haze sinks in the air.

My discolored skin, like a dry rose.

Under this roof,

you play the role of a gaslighter.

My forbearance,

Stitches our tattered bond every doubtful night.

But your lies, keep ripping us apart.

The curtains patch our battles from the world to hear.

Tragic October.

Even now I hold us together.

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