The Perfect Crime

By Archita Mitra

I look into the eyes of my killer, And I know I face certain death, There’s no mercy in those eyes, and I bet: When the time comes there will be no hesitation either; Pitiless, vast black pits of hell — did I see a flash of red? There’s nothing else in this world I quite so dread. She tilts her head, peers at me — A lazy smile on her face: There’s nowhere to hide. Anywhere you go I come along for the ride. I flinch, and the reflection steps back too. I am glad of the cold mirror that separates me — From you. Wish someone had warned me, The monsters under my bed: Are the ones that crept out from my head.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About the Writer: Archita Mitra is from the Batch of 2016–18. She was the Senior Cell Coordinator of Marketing Research Cell and was a Godrej LOUD 2016 National Winner. Blog Address: https://mitraarchita1995.wordpress.com/