Remedy [Poem]

Kavyapriya Sethu
2 min readSep 8, 2018

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I am dressed and heading out to dance

Lips painted crimson red,

Hair bundled up neatly atop of my head

Loose strands frame my face,

And smoky eyes look about in a daze

The night is just about to start

Cheeks stretch, lips part.

A glimpse of the crooked front teeth

Fake smile, it is a facade lying beneath

One last final glance

before heading out to dance

I adjust my bottle-green dress,

and thoughtfully assess

There! Above my cleave, a peak of a tattoo

This should do

Open the bathroom door

and out onto the dance floor

How long has it been?

I lost count of the number of rum and gin

Wobbly steps

Where are my cigarettes?

Starting to see everything in twos

I can’t seem to stay upright on my shoes

Why did I want to do this?

I was desperate to feel some sort of bliss

Forget about the anger

And of the heart left out to canker

I didn’t want to feel alone

And worry about the unknown

Now, surrounded by the throng

grooving to the loud beats of the fucking song

Something is still amiss.

Can’t shake off feeling remiss

Let’s have another shot

These thoughts are getting my panties in a knot

One down

Take a few more to wipe off the frown

Oh! There you are

The pretty boy whose eyes reminds me of a star

Love that wide Cheshire grin

Messy hair and your chocolate brown skin

Let him pull me in for a dirty dance

I am shrouded by this lustful trance

More drinks come my way

As I continue to sway

Add in his intoxicating presence

I am starting to lose my sense

I know where this is going to lead

After all, I was the one to plant this seed

Somewhere in the back of my head, a doubt lingers

Muddled by the high awakened by his fingers

grazing the exposed skin of my lower back

I try to speak, my voice crack

I feel wonderful

Wanted and beautiful

I know it is instant gratification

can’t say no to his display of affection

So I let the night run its course

Tomorrow, there will be time to feel remorse.

Pause. Reminisce. Regret.

Put your clothes back on and learn to forget

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Kavyapriya Sethu
Kavyapriya Sethu

Written by Kavyapriya Sethu

I am full of untold stories. Now I just have to find the right words and make them sing.

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