The Stalker Poem by Aminath Neena

The pain volts across

Spiral jolts

Saturating her very existence

Negative forces

Host equilibrium of vibrations

As if castrating her womb

and depriving her of her own flesh and blood

was not enough torture,

The devil bribed

Her vessel

Made of earthly clay

Upon which lay her chastity

Her emblem of divinity

The sun rises elsewhere

Not in her part of the world

The moon wanes

Three quarters

Always in shadow

Time flies as the jackdaw

While the law of physics negate

When sacred limbs

Neither move nor subjugate

As if caught still in stunt

The force of alchemy

Seemed to run wild in victory

Smacking its disgusting lips

Laughing at her

invisible eyes

scrutanised her every move

mesasuring

waiting

for a chance

to pounce

salivating for years

to quench its thirst

her essence

imprinted in the memory

yet she held no grudges

that commence

the attribute of the weak

having faith in her guardian

up above

She held up tall

and forgave

Drowning

Falling

to recover

again and again

But for how long, it would last

None can predict

All she conceived

Was that

Through the thickest fog

And the murkiest waters

No matter what prevails ahead

Her tears would never be, " FOR SALE"