Metaphorical world of Keisha

Keisha stared at her ex for what seemed, like a really long time. Amidst the train of thoughts that were running in her head, she could not help but ask herself, what in the world possessed her to be with her ex?

Was it the fact that she was sick of being alone? Did she have such a deep and intense sympathy for him? Or was she just merely bored? 

But how can she be bored when her life was already a taboo? She had crossed the line many times and each time she had to have people pay for her mistakes. Did she not feel remorse? Well… apparently not that much for her to bend her ways. She was already born into darkness, with time it was just a matter of the type of shades that evolve from it.

Keisha Malhotra was a cannibal. She was the only cannibal in her current family. Well, technically she was adopted so, she never knew anything about her real family. All she knew was she liked the taste of human flesh. Her first feast was when her schoolmate was injured during a hike. The oozing blood caught her attention. It wasn’t the sight of it, but rather, the smell of fresh blood that caused her first stirrings. Her classmate was too weak to remind her that she was human after all. It was after her feast, that the huge pang of guilt made her realized that there were boundaries even for cannibals. She buried her classmate  and lied to her teacher that she drowned. It was an important lesson for an accidental cannibal.

“Keisha! Are you paying attention?”

Keisha looked up. God! He was annoying. She needed to be in her thoughts and the last thing she needed was to have her ex annoying her. She closed her eyes and chanted something under her breath. Slowly, she opened her eyes and she was all alone in her own world.  One of the benefits of growing up in a house of witches and having the genes somewhere in her.

She took  in a whiff of the air. The salt was at the tip of her mouth and she could feel the cold breeze embracing her. A slow shiver made its way up her spine and the crashing waves in the background of an upcoming storm, made her heart flutter a thousand times faster. She closed her eyes and breath.

Slowly she felt  a warm sensation up her spine. A familiar finger with the power to send warmth even in the coldest night made her smile.

“ Hello stranger”

He smiled, sitting beside her. His pale green eyes staring right into hers. He always had a way of staring into her that made her feel warm and yet curious about him. He was wearing her favourite nose ring and his hair was combed back as if he just had a shower. He smelled of the ocean. He bend down to kiss her. She liked his husky after- taste and the moisture that lingers on.

“ Hey you. What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” She was lying and she knew he knew that. She wanted to tell him how she was slowly feeling things she could not understand. Puzzled yet curious to know why she was feeling the way she felt.

He looked at her closely and touched her chin and she closed her eyes.

“ Keis!! BOO!!”

Keish’s eyelids shot up like an alarm. The atmosphere had changed. It had to. She was now staring straight at Rafel. She could not help but notice even as a metaphor of her thought Rafel had pearly white teeth. Gosh, he really was vain.

Keisha found herself in a Paris Café in the mid day. It was crowded and she was dressed in a sunny yellow dress. Something, a woman in the 70s would wear. But even then, it was very sexy, revealing parts of her curvaceous body. Rafel was drinking his coffee and speaking in French to a young gentleman sitting in the next table. He was very busy, engaged in a conversation. Keisha took a minute to observe him. Rafel was definitely not a shy guy as he had mentioned and he did have wild lustful bizarre fantasy of her. Yet, there was something sad about him. She could not put her finger on it but definitely something was not right about this guy. He was an interesting specimen who has occupied her mind. She wouldn’t fuck him but eating him was another thing.  He was well roasted just like a half -baked chicken.

“ I wouldn’t do that if I were you, you idiot!”

She knew who the owner of the voice was. It was no surprise that as she turned, so did her setting.

It was cozy and dark in a bar and Fertel was walking towards her with a cocktail. He looked more pale than usual. Keisha tilted her head to look out for a familiar face that she was so used to seeing. Ironically, Death was no where in sight. Well, he did pay her a visit a few days ago but she was hoping that the metaphorical issue with Fertel would be regards to Death. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. This meant it was going to be a long talk, insults and whines about Fertel’s life. It was good enough, she was  listening to him whine for 2 hours on the phone but to have the voice in her thoughts was unbearable. But she had to do what she had to do.  She needed to clear her thoughts and issues with regards to him and she sat, drinking her cocktail while he droned on.

What seemed like an endless pit hole, suddenly came to a stop when, she noticed he was disappearing as he spoke. The bar was getting darker and she found herself slowly facing another familiar metamorphosis.

She could not see him clearly at first but his presence was inevitable. His eyes pierced into hers. It was painfully comforting. Her body was burning like ice on fire. An intense feeling she missed. This wonderful, familiar figure of hers.

“Rain, where have you been?”

He smiled

“ Right where we all started”

Keisha sighed. Time for her to leave her metaphorical world and enter the world of her favourite demon.