The Screaming Silence.

The bedroom door closed

She flinched

He grinned

She shuddered

He smirked.

 

The bed conquered

She groaned

He frowns

She pleads

He pounds.

 

The six yards of clothing came off

She cringed

He smiled

She screamed

He moaned.

 

The bodies locked

Beyond the natural rhythm

An innocent body lost

With silence being her only cataclysm.

 

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Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

52 thoughts on “The Screaming Silence.

  1. I felt just what I felt when I saw a particular scene in the horror movie “Shutter” (won’t go deep since it would be a spoiler)
    It was cruel, disgusting, throat wrenching, yet shut in silence. Beyond me, how you put it in words so simply, but it reminded me of that scene, and that shook me to the core.

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  2. I cry inside for what the woman is having to endure. A one-sided pleasure that is causing her pain both physically and emotionally. Such a powerful piece.

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  3. Hair raising!! So well written Moushmi!
    A lost body and a battered soul! The soul – which can never recover! The body – probably! How lust and greed eclipses everything – the love, the pain, the consent, the soul, the respect – all just vanish in front of them… and seeing the monster gratifying and satisfying himself…smiling…unmindful of the broken soul in front of him! And the victim – timid, stabbed, bloodied and seeing her oppressor in front of her – smiling!! Like being killed slowly with a sword and looking into the eyes of the killers … the happy smiling eyes which though seem open – yet are closed! And this is the sad reality of innumerable homes!! And of innumerable such monsters who roam outside wearing a cloak of respect and morality yet being a devil in own houses!

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