Asphyxiation

He clinched upon my arm

I woke up with a bolt

Trickling were those trees

To my terror, I shut it.

The psychopathic father, vile

My estranged mother, tranquil

What had he in mind?

Darkness encircled me.

Twice as many times, he scorned her

In a mumpish swing he lashed

She, malacophonous, disciplined by society;

Saturnine clouds floated upon us.

Audacity never overcame her

She pleaded, pusillanimous;

Raucously he smacked, she crouched

Illiteracy was bound to her.

“Oh! Shiny beamers and wind,

I pray you to minimize her troubles

If not mine,” I called out.

I longed to escape to the mountains.

Cursing the fountain of hatred

And the society that established her,

From cradle to grave was just her life

Pinioned to chains, groveling in dust.

Death is eternal and serene

Will serve her better, me thought;

Worthy of freedom from this strife

Nonetheless, it would alter my existence.

Close to midnight he smothered her

I did witness through that creaked door

Hysterical tears shed me blind

So was that lifeless day.

Life jolted and sprang upon me

They whispered non-stop –

Conveniently clicked their tongues

Psychopath undone, a dowry death!

Shouldered myself to forego it

How could I? A prey.