She stared out of the shard of mirror I held between my thumb and index, as I lay there on the floor; cold. She stared back at me – and I no longer knew who she was. Those eyes were mine, and they stripped me bare. Nothing hid from her. But those eyes didn’t speak a language I understood. I no longer saw through them, I no longer read them.
Her eyeliner wouldn’t stop running, and she looked back at me to help her. She was trapped – caught in the reality she had so carefully fabricated, but I was the one that was asphyxiated. I couldn’t breathe. And she had taken over me. I was helpless, and could do nothing but stare back at the face of the irony of us and who we had become. I could no longer stand her sight. I could no longer face the façade I had once put up, that had now become my reality. That had created her.
Sins so grave she had made me commit, that I no longer knew who I was. Even my soul shunned me and the haunting cry of a fallen angel’s sounded like a lullaby. But that fed my ego, and my pride. In the mad rush called life, and everything that was once beautiful, she tore me away from everything I loved, everyone I loved, myself and what I had set out to be. I had seen the path ahead, and the beauty of the way – the glamour, the ecstasy, the perfection; but I never once stopped to see how everything had to be lost in the course of the way. And how somewhere amidst the blinding lights of my indulgence, I had sold my soul to the devil. But all this road hit, was a dead end – and I was there now.
The horizon had deceived me, and I did not know how much of a steep fall actually lay here. The road behind me no longer existed. And all those who had begun traversing the path of existence with me had moved away long back, and were now somewhere far ahead. Beyond anywhere I could see. And I had to keep going as the ground beneath me started slipping away. And in an ominous ray of light that was shed in the darkness, the edges of the mirror glinted. I saw her one final time, as she beckoned to me to liberate her; to release her and set me free, from our past.
We knew what I had to do, and with one swift motion she fell to her demise, and I took flight with wings stained with the sins of my past, and faded away into the night.
Parama Sahoo is Medical student, currently studying at KMC, Manipal University. She enjoys writing when she is in mood for it. Apart from Fiction, she also writes Poetry. She currently lives in Mangalore, and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
Piece up the broken clock,
And breathe it back to life tonight.
Wind it up, watch it go.
And see it run, run far ahead,
Far beyond where you’d ever imagined.
It beckons me to a place tonight,
Of dreams and desires and far beyond the darkest sins.
A place where the night shall engulf the dream
I have been living in for so long.
As the daylight kisses my forehead gently,
Pull me back to reality,
To what’s at the end of the road.
Leave me with the four walls of space,
The shards of life;
The absence of infinity.
Trickle down my throat,
And drown my night into an oblivion.
Take my world down with you,
And burn them,
Burn them deep.
Just as you burn every inch of me on the inside.
Ecstasy this must be,
And ecstasy none the less.
And douse my present,
Into a parallel dimension.
For I regret who I was yesterday.
But I see right though you,
Take over me,
Mind, body and soul;
For once I don’t want to regret,
Who I am