Tale of Medea from the Parallel World

 

 Tale of Medea from the Parallel World

 

Sleeplessness...

It shatters the state of mind

Into broken pieces of glass

And now those tiny shining bits,

piercing the whole bloody mortal wounds

over and over again...

She shut her eyes with a greedy urge

to sleep away...

But something sharp, as a hook

Caught the eyelids to wide open.

Eyes are open and she falls into the

realms of reality...

Pearls of sweat broke out around

her red lips and dusky skin

And the eyeballs stretched...

She heard the beating sound

of dancing beds insisting

"Spread your legs"

And felt a huge weight all over her body

Sensing the smell of men...

Got up from bed and her hands reached

for the glowing candle over there...

Her legs moved around in the room...

An infant crying frequently from

somewhere far away.

 

"Spread your legs" the old lady in charge

commanded with her rude manners,

Pushing the poor belly

Then inserting her rough hand

with some pointed stick...

Blood....

 

Candle melts its wax,

as her vulva spit blood..

It dropped all over palms and fingers

Suddenly she stops and

threw the candle away

Smelled her hands

The same 'Metallic' odour touched

all her brain nerves...

 

You can call her 'Medea'...

Possessor of unfathomable crime

They calls her a sinner

A whore

The night becomes darker

She put on more red lipstick deeper

Draped her saree loosely

Dragged its pleats to her breasts

Put a red bindi on her broad forehead....

And walked around the street

In search of a Man

Rather than the lusty penis commanding

"Spread your legs".

Diya Saji

Diya Saji is an aspiring writer lives in a rural village at Kerala, India. Her thoughts always tried to explore the Women and Gender issues, Patriarchy, Colonialism, Psychology, Self-knowledge, Marginalized communities etc. She hold an MA from the University of Kerala, India in English Literature and now pursuing another MA in Women and Gender Studies from Indira Gandhi National Open University, India.