The bird that fly

One day changed my everyday, My pain, terribly-unbearable Horrified at your eyes, you never knew how dread my heart was. Soften form smooth flesh eager to grap. Floor outpour bleed, Clothes fell over stairs, Hairs snatched, face ripped up, arms curved, legs kneeled down, body torn-down to gobble the vulgur lips, Mouth don't hold my breath dragging me to hall, Pressing neck to halt screams left imprints still. Seeping organs in succession what not left over to dead. Fortuitously saved to recite episodes in times by design. Lucky is the bird that fly laying in stretcher I aspire, Who knows the agony of mine? Seconds resemble threads of threat memories what effective medicines are these? Scared to the face mirror,

Petrified to see liquid, Corpse at own room. Nothing besmirch culprits, Society patronizes me and this is humanity, No one knew what pain flowing over me...... From ancient Drapati's tales to today's Nirvaya, not a victim but a survivor........ Being a narrator, I simply recount and indeed not felt it Are these words enough to cease this crime? Melancholy shuts voices down.

Thank you #Arunav for helping..........