Silence of Lambs

She shot him once, in both knees and he went down with such brute force squealing like a little girl. Allie Rivers pulled that trigger; letting the hammer loose, and emptying two chambers into his knee caps. Fear gripped him. Any attempt to run and she would end him
 in a split second. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” they say. And Jacob knew too well that this very night could be his last. His joy had changed into sorrow, even fear, without any visible warning. “You cheated,” said Allie in a silent whisper, showing no emotion. She was so calm it scared him. “I’m sorry, Allie,” Jacob begged, “I’m sorry, love. Please don’t do this! We can work it out. Counselling! We can fix it!” He continued; mumbling anything that came to his mind. Before he said another word, she emptied the third into his thighs. Allie laughed briefly and continued walking around him. Jacob screamed even louder and unrestrained, till his voice could hardly be heard by Allie. Pondering over her husband’s words, Allie remembered that she had killed once; a man who had raped her. The grim fact that Jacob had sexually and physically abused her several times, knowing very well what she’d been through made her merciless and vengeful. He was going to make him suffer till his body was numb to the pain. Then she’d put him out of his misery. Allie reached for the cabinet took out a glass and poured some red wine. It was going to be a cold, hurtful night and she had spent many months planning and awaiting this night. Jacob continued begging her to stop but his words, as always, were camouflaged to impart some sort of emotion - feelings he never actually had. “Are you okay, baby?” Allie asked. She’d come up behind him - glass in one hand, gun in the other-with her stupid question. It was up there with “how do you feel?” Jacob ignored it. Jacob's imagination soared beyond the midnight sky and his mind had painted a portrait of his dead bodies being fed to the sharks. He was momentarily paralyzed by the thought and he bled profusely. Allie smiled pleasantly at him as he poured the wine on him. The cold look in her eyes troubled Jacob greatly. "I'm sorry, Allie." He cried, tears running down his cheek. He was sorry, deeply, but he was beyond saving. Allie wouldn't listen.scorn
 "I forgive you, baby, she whispered as if to scorn him. And then, she shot him in his chest and left him to bleed out.

Whispers in the air

When I first told you that you could whisper all those words you didn’t want anyone else to hear to me; I meant it. Before we exchanged hellos, yours posts had inspired many sweet writings. My first thoughts of your picture were delicate/beautiful and orchid. Your glasses did your eyes justice with a cute touch. So let me tell you that your smile is like the ocean after they’ve been kissed my the early morning sun. and that your eyes glow when you make weird faces. You are…….

When I started writing these words, I continuously though of roses but my mind wandered to a year old memory lane and I remembered that sweet nothings like roses are overrated. I’m not here to whisper sweet nothings in to your ears. I’m here to whisper whispers of yourself and to tell you that though miles of land and ocean-even snow lay between us, my words are as close as the ocean waves are to the shore.

From my side of the world, all I can give, I lay it out in the open to let you know that you are beautiful-
body and soul, and you are loved even if you don’t feel it.

You were not the first

You were not the first to tell me that you love me. I’m afraid I’ve been broken many times by the same words from different faces. And here you are, trying to open the doorway to my wounds with telltale words like love don’t cost a thing. I fell asleep to the rhythm of your heartbeat as my head lay gently on your chest. You were not the first to open the doors of my heart with what you conceived was love. My eyes beheld the velvet sky and how the moon beckons the stars to come at night, but I have yet to tell you how my heart feels. I have seen you broken and hurt by the thorns of my words too many times; but time again you lifted my head to your smiles and your flawless laughs. Sometimes in the quiet, I hear them echo in my ears; it’s how you linger within the chambers of my heart. Your love seeps through the pores of my cracked skin and in to my bones. I haven’t said it much but I love you more than the sun likes the sky. I feel your love on the darkest days- your comfort rushes to catch me when I’m gloom. You sold me on the beauty of your words and you held on to me on days that I wanted to let go. Here’s to you and us.