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Ishaan Sethi

Drama


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Ishaan Sethi

Drama


October's Challenge

October's Challenge

1 min 519 1 min 519

The last visit

pay up

drop the coins of silver

turned long

 

ouch

you feel it in your spine first

a crack

drop

dead

right in the center


 

it's rage

filling up

 your chest

your body expands

propels forward

 

stop

you fall

drop

dead

right in the center


 

feel the river

                         flow to your head

colliding till the eye

                                            when tears dry

                                            the exit is only the brain

 

mush

S

strawberry jam

turning stone

                                                        feel it shrink

and then

explode


 

pat yourself on the back

pour down

what’s left

down the tips

emit

further down

 

scratch the thighs

turn red

to feel all

at once

pour down

what’s

left


 

down to the little fingers

let them trickle out

the monsters you feel when you lie down

 

rise

face

stand

redeem

know

it’s the last challenge

you have to defeat


 

wake

walk

leave the scar on your leg

leave the scar on your finger

leave the scars in your mind

walk

brisk

stomp on the shrill wood

sending chills

 down your ribs

don’t touch them

run

move forward


 

 you will survive

let the gush of wind

forcefully

push your lids back

don’t

tear

up

 fight today

sprint now

and

sprint now

and

sprint now

stop

face the old boy


 

his fingers falling

his teeth hanging

his eyes turned dust

his nose chiseled

his knee broken

his heart next to his toes


scream

step back

scream

turn around

scream

run out the door


 

fall and wake again

next to his old bandages

                                  drained

                                  in

                                  pumpkin spice

taste

the dead boy’s fear

                                  and

                                     this time

                                                spit


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