The bitterness of coffee had sipped the entire mirth of my soul in the pitch black darkness, Tears were coiling in my eyes like vipers, Tears were hungry for it's prey, the memory
Her memories hopped onto my mind which had loosened up the viper - some tears in this abyss of darkness. There were no hurricanes or any horrendous downpour but the sweet paced showers on my shoulders, by each drop, was reminding me of her. The mist of the bitter aftertaste had cleared my sight.
I was reminded that she hated monsoon which was inconspicuous by her feline nature. But the irony being that it always rained on her birthday. My clear sight had me feeling the aftertaste of deep love,
Deeper than the abyss of pitch black dark spaces;
Bitter than the concoction of Salt and Coffee;
Smelly like burning of flesh and blood.
My visage reacts nay.
Refreshing showers had stirred my memories like rain stirs the Earth into mud. Chilling breeze had caressed my warm blood to seek solace in this abyss. Abyss of whom I had become native :))
