Shattered until the dawn

Lost while doing the dough The pale lips now had a smile Noticed by him while sowing the sown Blinded by everything around her, she yet knows her deed The stubborn voice tells her not to take off This isn't who you are go cook me a little treat The blood is at the corner of her kurta's seams Gestures of unwantedness, cries and screams until she got shattered until the dawn A quiet at rage human was what she seemed She proceeded to the room next door alone Hoping to confide someone and feel known Left to walk on the dead trail by the people that looked so sound.            - A