Scary

Four days. Three deaths.
Who’s next? You ask.

Dad’s in the hospital.
Breathing heavy just like you.

Mom’s crying.
No one to call. To talk to.

You feel like the day you were born. All alone.
All your nightmares seem a heartbeat away.
Life goes on without a reason.

You pull. It pushes.
You cry and it laughs back.

Who’s out there?
Just a void.
Just a reflection.

Another apparition.
Another vision.
More voices.

Another black, dull evening passes by.
After a warm, humid afternoon.
Just like the day before.

You wait.

Nothing happens.
Nothing to say. Nothing no more.

You need money. Never wanted it before.
It doesn’t get scarier than this.

- Abhilash Warrier.
Dated: 23.2.2004.