A silent, dense scream echoed every night—heard only by her. Her reflection in mirror she feared locked to inhale, suffocated to exhale.
On the balcony, she smiled—a bright illusion, as if competing with the moon. The world saw radiance, never suspecting the darkness lurking behind closed doors.
She had heard every melancholy melody, yet her bruises no longer ached, instead appealed her to escape. Before he came shall she flee —Untied the despair and every terrible story. With a deep breath she turned the knob, found behind closed door, the cage, not the escape…
By: Eiman Asif
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