words that cut

i can’t look at you when you can’t talk to me,

so i gaze out the window of this first floor café.

a squirrel munches on an orange flower for it’s lunch,

sparrows play hide and seek in the vines that traverse the lawn,

people filter in and out.

a gentleman in a tweed jacket smokes his cigarette,

after two more, he opens the door and warmth escapes the room.

you’re picking out tomatoes from your salad,

my fork and spoon lay untouched.

i pick up my knife and cut the cutlet i ordered in two,

put the half on your plate,

and muster up the courage to say, “I need a break.”

you look relieved but don’t say a word.


I’m the spectator in this story, sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee. I tried to narrate what the person was witnessing in that state of mind via metaphors and subtle signs she was picking up in the room as she asked for what she wanted.

9 Comments

  1. caitpoetry says:

    This is such a beautiful piece Aarushi and the imagery is so stunning!! The first two lines are so powerful, they have to be my favourites. Much love ❤️❤️

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  2. wardah says:

    this is so powerful, loved it all the way. lots of hugs 🤗🤗🖤

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    1. Aarushi says:

      Thank you so much wardah, that is very bittersweet to me. I’ll miss you a lot❤️ thank you so much🧡🧡

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  3. Ace says:

    Beautiful piece Aarushi! I love how you intertwined nature into it, so well done! And the perspective of how it’s written is very thoughtful and clever! Keep up your amazing work, lots of love 🖤🤗

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    1. Aarushi says:

      Thank you, Ace. Your support and encouragement means a lot🥺💕💫⭐

      Liked by 1 person

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