Misty eyes

They tried choking her with a blanket
The thing they  didn't knew was,
She was already dead.

A bundle of emotions.
With hollow eyes.
Smiles like a puckered puppet.
All interests of shows forgotten.

She doesn't talk anymore.
The cloth of her shimmering piece torn.
Sits down at the dias  in the burning sun.
The heaviness of my heart ten folds.
And I look away .
I cannot cry.

The fishbowl in her hand
Symbolises something.
Somthing out of my mind.

With such misty eyes
Looking at her now,
I hope  she really dies.