You might notice,
The shape of her hips,
But never the words,
Which are unuttered out of her lips,
She might be in need,
In need of help,
Her life might be miserable,
And might have been made like hell,
Tortured ,abused and
Forced to sex,
What you love is not the inside heart,
But the outside breast,
A revolt within,
Whether to sit or fight back,
To stay calm or attack,
But slowly , she became quiet,
As blood flew down her wrist,
And she left her life amidst.
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Arya Dixit is from Bangalore, India. She is currently studying at Juniata College, Pennsylvania and is majoring in Literature and Religion. As an avid reader, she was naturally drawn to the world of writing.
Besides reading and writing in her free time, she binge-watches Netflix and loves to eat. She derives inspiration from events and people around her and tries to blend them into a world of realistic fiction. She also offers beta reading, freelance writing and proofreading services. For queries, shoot an email to the author at aadixit@outlook.com or use the "Contact" option from the drop-down menu. Feel free to follow her on Instagram at arya_dixittt .
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