How delightful to gaze at the beauty of this mysterious being. Laughter poured out from the well that never dries. Eyes glittering with droplets of joy. A smile perfectly curved. Her steps accompanied by a trumpet sounding joyous melodies.

The brightness of her teeth brightened up and paved the road of deception. The sweetness of her tongue diluted bitterness of most hearts. Every faint-hearted soul searched in her to find that missing piece called peace of mind. Every ear wanted her to say, “Everything will work out for your good”, but no lip bothered to ask if everything was good. Every flower wished to bloom like her, for she was just perfect and was the centre of attraction.

Oh that time of the day where the sun kisses the mountain. Cars had the same destination – “home”. Kitchens were excited to receive company from cheerful hearts. Children ran to the arms of their parents. Houses filled with laughter and all souls were united under one roof after a long day of separation.

Here she was terrified to set foot in the cold cave, for pain and rejection were core hosts of the cave. She dragged herself to a judge who would find her guilty without an offense. The smile suddenly wiped out, knees shaking and the heart petitioning to be set free from this misery.

In that cold house, the pillow had abundant water enough to water a spring garden. The force of terror pinned her against the wall sucking the life out of her. “Please stop” was the fuel the oppressor needed. The floor opened its arms to welcome the body that received blows of injustice. Her breath slowly returning to the maker, in a faint voice she said, “Help me”, but the walls did not allow her voice to run to the streets. Every punch took a heartbeat.

Oh mysterious being, was faking your smile worth it? The laughter that silenced your cry has forever silenced your lips. Why did you hide behind the smile? The scars on your heart need no makeup. Look! Every eye is gazing at the awful sight of your helpless body lying on the cold floor without a heartbeat.

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