The Death Tone (#7 W.O.W)

Beep Beep Beep
Buzzed my phone
Every beep
Like a bullet
Through his heart beat,

38 missed calls
IN TEN MINUTES!
His screen flashed
A death race
Is this a conspiracy?

He clutched the cold metal
Of his door handlebar
Gulping the ball of saliva
Rising in his throat
What is going on?

He wondered, if it was the end
No goodbyes and 
No kisses
Gone for good
Erased. Ruined. Forgotten.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.



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