Peeling the layers of skin sticking to my bones
I came across a lot of wounds
Unhealed, bleeding with the slightest bit of agitation
Causing blood's volcanic eruption.

Oozing out pain and revelations deep
I smell its depth,
It narrates me tales of abuse and sickness
Of moans and tears gone reckless.

I go deeper, till the nails clink with my bones
The hardest of them all,
Yet, they will burn when fire falls on me
Turning me to the ashes of a crematorium.

It is the ultimate truth- the skin and bones shall all burn
With it will go away the pain of scars
Yet what will remain is the unheard cries of plea
And an uncanny silence.

Thus, I jump into the pyre of Sati
As my doom's cacophony prevails.

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Thought of going dark