Dandelion

I was digging the land, To plant a dandelion, Digging and ploughing I went too deep. Using my spade I found a person, in vain. Buried and almost dead. The smell was so unbearable, I could taste its bitterness, I could hear the insects moving and eating it. I tried touching it, It was cold and almost putrid, Even decaying — already dead, Hair and nails. But I liked how it looked, Very content. At peace. I tried to pull it out, But the remaining skin Peeled off the bones With worms and blood in my hand, I pulled it out, Laid it on the ground. The contentment on the half eaten face was bothering me, Out of jealousy, I started tearing her apart, To look who she was. To look how she lived. To look how rotten she is. To look what's left. To see her inside out. I stared from the head, And tried opening up her brain. I used a hammer to smash it. It broke into 2 pieces, Now I could see her brain, I almost threw up. When I took a closer look at it, Everything seemed so intertwined, In spirals. I tried looking into her brain, It was mushed and turned into paste. But somehow she seemed more relaxed. After I smashed her brains out. Quite literally. I could see the deep gashes, Cuts and nooks, The skin was almost black with hints of purple, Covered in red, White sneaking above. I tried tearing her limbs out, Each arm And each leg out. I was just holding the bones with a splatter of veins and red tinted pain. How does she look even more at peace??? This made me very furious, Because now she just had her torso left. I ripped everything apart, Reaching for the heart. It started beating again! The dead and the death did not scare me, It was life and being alive. I gasped and I stopped. I heard a small whisper.... "I'm indebted to you for giving me the biggest gift." The silence had a voice now, And I didn't know where to look. It was the beating heart. I apologized, cried and asked what gift? It said, "Thank you for tearing me, and making me fully dead, for I've never felt so alive and at ease." I was sobbing, crying my eyes out, As I held the hammer. For my final act of kindness, I smashed the heart, And heard the sigh of relief. I'm drenched in blood. Her bloodied tears in my eyes, I picked her remains, Piece by piece, Gathered her, And Buried the finally dead corpse. I took that dandelion And planted it on her grave. Now she's free, To grow into a sapling, To become the yellow bright flower, To become the seeds, To flee and wander the world, Now she's free.

Satpriya Kaur Mudhar

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