Just Like That
I have known her for a long time now.
We have been living in this abandoned dilapidated house, together, for years.
She sleeps beside me.
She likes to hold on to me even in her sleep.
Every morning she bribes me with a cup of coffee,
with an extra pinch of sugar.
If I do as I am asked,
I get rewarded with a cigarette.
She has taken us away from the hustle-bustle of the city.
She has drained my dopamine and endorphins supplements.
She wants all of me to herself.
After the breakfast,
She always alludes me to get drenched in the shower, with her.
I, now know all tricks of her luring.
She will seduce me,
with her sweet whispers,
that come out of her scarlet lips.
She always plays this game.
She seems to win every time.
But this time, tables have turned
The same night,
when we played again.
I will not get caught.
I've mastered the arts of precision while living with her.
The time of her sentence has come.
So, before the day grows vacant,
and melancholy gives up to me,
I have decided to use my forbidden acuity,
in the slender hour of dawn.
After hours and hours of playing,
she realises that this isn't her game anymore.
She looks at me,
then towards the window.
She smiles widely
to the melodious sound of tambourines.
It's her most hated rhythm.
she stands up bare before me.
I did the same.
I hugged her and quenched my thirst by the sips of her classic plump lips,
for the last time.
I slit her throat open
and she was gone.
Just like that.
**(Regret is not something one should treasure. It has to leave someday... )**