Ink Drift - July

Issue 12 - Fear
Oblivion
A number strange and impossibly long.
I picked it up only to cut it after a minute’s
silence.
It rang again and no one but silence talked
with me.
A minute passed by and it rang again.
Though extremely annoyed, I picked it
up.
A silence of ten seconds was followed by a
voice.
My ears could pick a slow whisper calling
my name.
But.
Not from the phone!
Just then, the corner of my right eye
could feel someone.
A drop of rain and sweat glided down my
neck,
Racing with the gulp of air inside.
After spending a good enough time on
each degree of the ninety.
My eyes fell upon.
It was a lady in white
Just a few spaces away.
Long wet hair ran down over her face till
the bench
Occasionally blown by the winds
To reveal a smile that made me wish I
was blind!
Poets often said a lady’s smile could kill a
man.
Never knew that wasn’t figurative.
Wildest hopes said she couldn’t run in a
saree.
My fellow heart, whiter than her saree
said she could.
Heart had surrendered, but not adrenaline.
Reached the car in a bolt,
Settled in and locked it.
As I glanced up on the street, she was nowhere
visible.
But that meant there was only one place
where
She was supposed to be.
I didn’t bother to turn my head.
But involuntarily my eyes rolled on to
the mirror.
And I wasn’t wrong!
Blood dripping from that malicious
smile
Torn cheeks revealing cold flesh.
Visible now was her eyes
And the evil in them too.
Brown eyeballs stared at me before suddenly
disappearing!
She held up a dagger that was as hungry
as its bearer
To taste my blood.
I pulled the handle but the door won’t
open.
Nor the window and that was it!
Made a last glance in the mirror;
The smile had grown wider.
And then suddenly, there was a blackout!
And she wasn’t there.
My head was pounding and I felt it
would explode.
I tried the door and it did open.
The rain wasn’t there, nor the busstand,
nor the same road.
I could see the sun and my watch
agreed.
While I pinched myself, I saw a gruesome
sight!
Two bodies lying on the road, in a pool
of blood
That wasn’t stationary;
Until it reached my boots.
And that’s when I noticed blood
On my pants, shirt, hands, everywhere!
Beside the body was a dagger.
The same that was going to kill me a few
minutes ago.
I pinched myself and nothing changed.
And now, here I am behind the bars;
Labelled a psychopath
And counting days to the gallows.
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