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Whiskey of Regret
Aayush Atul Verma
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It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Now all my body could do was a lie, as my mind prayed that this was a lie.

Blood spattered all over her face,
Like a paintbrush flicked by someone in a grimace.

Now all I hear are the sirens screeching, as I wished I had listened to my mother’s teaching.

Everything goes black, and the next thing I remember

She lay there motionless in our festive September.
She lay as I felt the pain,

The beep-beep of the ventilator drove me insane

Although it is the only reminder that her heart did still beat

I trembled in my visitor’s seat.
A cobweb of guilt engulfed me.

I was drowning, but there was no water

I was being stabbed, but there was no knife
I was shivering, but this was no winter.

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