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When the marriage itself has no more meaning, when there is abuse and gaslighting in the relationship, what does a nuptial chain matter?
My nuptial chain has rusted, bearing upon it the dust of by-gone winds, and customs might. It has crumbled under the heavy love of age old boundries and worn-out caresses of tradition might.
My nuptial chain has rusted, corroding my heart’s love and choking away my voice, it has now become a round halter on a lifeless goat.
My nuptial chain has rusted, distancing my neck from the hands that made me wear it , it has broken me away from the world and the over-world , and confined me to the nuptial bed.
My nuptial chain has rusted, clinging around my neck like a death-killing rope that has sucked my life-force out, I no longer live, i only breathe.
My nuptial chain has rusted, leaving me alone on a river-less shore, it has now turned black from centuries of oppression, a fading testimony to a fading fate.
My nuptial chain has rusted , clutching my emotions, shattering my dreams, it has now turned blue and black and black and red, displaying the many-hued blows of torturous affection.
My nuptial chain has rusted, Clogging me down behind the mind and soul, it has born me away from God and man, into a shapeless existence.
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Isha is a 18 year old student of English Honors in Christ University. An aspiring poetess, a blundering writer and a hopelessly old school romantic, Isha, decidedly in love with English, Maddhava and all things read more...
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