I want to know,

Your thoughts that day.

When you picked up that vial,

From the chemistry lab

Turned right around and flung it on my face.

What were you thinking?

When you saw the liquid blind my eyes then,

Slowly drip down my cheeks,

Down my neck and through my shirt,

Burning its way through.

What did you think?

When you saw burning trails of flesh where once,

Were cheeks which could blush

Cheeks which turned away your advances.

What made you think you could,

With this burning liquid,

Alter my face,

Mess it so bad

That I now have this grotesque mask

Of burnt flesh, melting, parting and meeting at different spots.

Blotches, black, brown, blue, grey,

Of pain numbing my insides

What do you think now?

That you see me in this bed

Writhing in pain, wishing to die

Tell me. I want to know.

(The writer is a student of Communication Studies and Literature at the University of Nottingham.

email: nazreenfazal92@ gmail.com)

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