she loved me for my money
I FILLED THE bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears,
She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come.
I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,
She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin.
I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,
She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper.
I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,
She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet.
I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,
She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives.
I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,
She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants.
I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,
She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire.
I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,
She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.
I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,
However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face.
I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,
She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength.
I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,
She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes.
There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,
The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,
She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,
And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,
She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me.
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