<p>Pins,<br />Polished with morbid malevolence<br />Sharpened with whets of wickedness<br />Prick with painful precision <br />First with callous apathy<br />Then with a mocking indulgence <br />Thrusting her<br />Firmly and resolutely<br />Into the murky echelons of despondency.<br /> Pricking ceaselessly at her soul<br />With gritty determination<br />Unearthing those awful sores<br />Of inexplicable misery and dejection<br />Mercilessly mauling all bringers of hope<br />They jab on.<br /> Even if she couldn’t heal<br />Those pin-pricked sores<br />Those sores flecked with evil intent,<br />Garnished with sinful slyness,<br />All was not quite so inexorable<br />For she could leap<br />With stealth and agility<br />Through the window<br />To worlds lying far beyond our own.<br />Worlds woven; intricately, exquisitely <br />With exotic imaginings<br />Bewitched into being<br />With enchanting lies<br />Into whose refuge she could flee<br />To escape those painful pricks<br />An ethereal wall of deception<br />Reinforced with tantalizing dreams<br />Shielding her from those pin induced twinges<br />Still attacking her with rhythmic regularity <br />More than you ever would know.<br />But she is safe for now<br />Amidst a labyrinth of lies<br />Lost in the mist of myriad worlds<br />The faint flicker of a smile plays upon her face.<br /> <br />Malvika Parthasarthy, Cluny Convent School</p>
<p>Pins,<br />Polished with morbid malevolence<br />Sharpened with whets of wickedness<br />Prick with painful precision <br />First with callous apathy<br />Then with a mocking indulgence <br />Thrusting her<br />Firmly and resolutely<br />Into the murky echelons of despondency.<br /> Pricking ceaselessly at her soul<br />With gritty determination<br />Unearthing those awful sores<br />Of inexplicable misery and dejection<br />Mercilessly mauling all bringers of hope<br />They jab on.<br /> Even if she couldn’t heal<br />Those pin-pricked sores<br />Those sores flecked with evil intent,<br />Garnished with sinful slyness,<br />All was not quite so inexorable<br />For she could leap<br />With stealth and agility<br />Through the window<br />To worlds lying far beyond our own.<br />Worlds woven; intricately, exquisitely <br />With exotic imaginings<br />Bewitched into being<br />With enchanting lies<br />Into whose refuge she could flee<br />To escape those painful pricks<br />An ethereal wall of deception<br />Reinforced with tantalizing dreams<br />Shielding her from those pin induced twinges<br />Still attacking her with rhythmic regularity <br />More than you ever would know.<br />But she is safe for now<br />Amidst a labyrinth of lies<br />Lost in the mist of myriad worlds<br />The faint flicker of a smile plays upon her face.<br /> <br />Malvika Parthasarthy, Cluny Convent School</p>
