The Mirror of Ghosts

I was walking down that caliginous Highway; a mirror in my hands;
translucent; it hid my slashed artery glands;
Blood oozed through my fragmented veins;
I saw them —
ghosts in that translucent mirror;
I wished them death
shrieking in pain, clutching my veins
I could see them still;
I stitched their broken bones with my wounds
The absurd skull lay barren on that highway to hell;
There was the intercourse of witches in the dead of night
For a moment they stopped and glanced at the mirror;
I gently tied that rope around my neck
“Suicide, suicide” they yelled
My slashed wrists with the rope tied in my neck;
I saw them in the mirror
the translucent one
Before I faded;
I faded, like a dead leaf that echoed with the translucent mirror clutched in hands
Which the ghosts came back for;

As I lay on that highway with my broken glands.


Rimli Bhattacharya

Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology and an MBA in supply chain management. Her essay on mental illness was published in the anthology "Book of Light", Speaking Tiger Publications. She has written for TOI, Cafe Dissensus, IWF, YKA, Daily O, IGCC, Engineering Journals, and other magazines. She is a trained classical dancer (Kathak and Odissi). She lives in Mumbai, India.

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