The floor was damp with their blood and my tears. Having satisfied their thirst for blood those bastards went away, leaving behind a room in which my loved ones rested with their eyes wide open and their throats cut. I was right there, hiding under the cot and watching a scene that settled in my mind as indelible memories. ![]() It seems only yesterday when a mob of religious fanatics, incensed by a provocative comment that a religious leader had made, ran up these staircase and slaughtered my family like butchers. Today I stand at the very same place where my family was murdered fifteen years back. But here I am, the henchman of the biggest don in the city. As a child I never thought I would grow up to become a murderer. I guess it’s this goddamn smoke that helps me kill people with such ease. I can’t see the smile on people’s faces, I can’t see their grotesque expressions as they scream and shout, begging me not to kill them. ![]() The whimsical patterns it forms in the air blind me. It’s feathery touch on my skin is so exhilarating, almost orgasmic, like hands of an invisible goddess that caress my body and my soul. I love the sweet smell of smoke as it lingers near my nose preventing any other smell from entering my body.
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