Scars | Indu Parvathi

I hear the  teacher’s  gruff, detached voice-
“This should not leave any scar in the child.”

I, child watcher of porn from Grade7!

Talking of scars… how many?
When they swam in  the obscenities
that I poured into my English notebook,
When they forced me to button up my
unbuttoned shirt
Or pummelled the peaks
Of  my gelled hair with water
Were there more scars?

Scarred.

Or is it the slimy film of detachment that
coats the world around me,
hiding its amazement
that leaves a scar in me?

But
what no one knows is the breadth
of the black scar that I inhabit.
Deepened  by the years of loneliness
and grazed by the revulsion that rages in the
eyes of those whom I live with.

I drown in the blood that oozes out.

People,
I stay   afloat in that blood river
Which threatens to drown me.

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Indu Parvathi is a writer from Mumbai.Though writing has been always a passion, she started to make attempts at publishing her creative writing only in the recent past. Her work (stories and poetry) has been published in literary magazines