Sunday 2 April 2017

She was a mystery...

She was a mystery 
and
he had history,
with 
drug abuse;
but
Still she choose
him.
She was hopeful about future
but,
he continued his torture
until,
she had enough.
She left a note 
stating,
baby I can’t cope
any longer.
May you get your head straight
but till then
I can’t wait.
I am ending this today
in my own way.
Love, Chaunrey.
He took out his cell
to call her.
There was a bell
but
she won’t answer.
His temper rose
and
his feet froze.
His heart slowed down
and
he had frown
on his forehead.
He moved to the bed
to get his pills.
He gulped one after another 
he tried to call her brother.
but in vain.
Clearly, he was going insane.
His throat dried
when he saw his would be bride
lying in the tub, 
in her wedding gown
with her wrist slit.
It looked as if she had drown
in her own blood.
His mind went numb
and 
eyes were teary.
Certainly,
She was a mystery 

1 comment:

Shatabdi Mitra said...

The suspense ๐Ÿ‘Œ

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