The Uninvited Stranger
written by: Aarathy
I sat down that night
munching on some medicines
nursing the cold.
I sat there in MY house
in MY sofa breathing in the air around ME.
Voices never perturbed me
So there I sat, munching on my medicines
nursing the cold
Oblivious to the creaks and thuds.
As I slurped the last sip of coffee
I saw him.
In MY house, pushing the door open
his feet in MY threshold.
There I sat, yelling in my mind
No! Not me! Not here! Not in my house!
Stomping, pushing and kicking his feet and hands
that night, I shut the door on his face.
Cause, you, you imperfectly uninvited stranger
are not welcome in MY house.
No. Not today, not tonight, not any day..
Writer's soul trapped in a biotechnologist's body.
Scientific analyst by profession.
Words give me solace.
Scientific analyst by profession.
Words give me solace.
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