chemical in the jar

in a glass jar

of my illusions, 

i was pouring

the chemical, 

dark scarlet in color, 

drop by drop,

turning myself

edacious and endangered, 

he brought his hands 

close to hold the jar,

touched it, insulted

and moved back, 

then i dropped and 

mixed my tears too, 

i know he wanted my

blood too to mix into, 

he touched it in the end

but after greasing his

haunting horrible hands, 

he held the jar, 

dropped it free,

spilling my scarlet 

chemical firstly 

and me densely, 

he ran away, no one cleaned 

the floor for years, 

i still feel stuck and stagnant, 

i loved the wrong person 

yet at the right place, 

i gave myself to the wrong

person but at the right place. 

- chetna 🌻