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She willed her whole life to him. And still it was a waste. Every everlasting promise, deep commitment, and meaningful connection was nothing but a timid lie.
He plays with her heart like a little doll he can fashion, a useless breakable toy that can easily be disposed of. Boredom sinks into his mind and he breaks her heart in half.
I'm growing everyday.
A young, pink rose.
But with the beating sun and blowing wind,
I wilt, I limp.
My petals dry,
I think I'll die.
And still somehow I grow.
The Bible salesman came to my door once again. This time I listened politely to his message, noticing that been perfected by repetition, even though it was so often ignored. Still, I did not purchase one of his books. Kindly sending him away, and shutting the door I realized why I never bought one of those navy-blue felt books with a golden cross on the front. No parable, letter, prayer, or miraculous tale could ever give me grace or bring me peace. No Bible salesman could save me.
She claims to be the smartest person in the school. She claims to be the best at sports. She claims to be the most artistic. She claims to be the prettiest and the most popular. She can claim anything she wants. It doesn't make the truth any less truthful.
I tell myself to think. I scream to my mind in an attempt to stimulate it somehow. Yet silence and numbness are my companions throughout the day. I stare at blankness and emptiness. There is a gaping void in my life, a black hole, that swallows up any hint of emotion or creativity or passion. It causes me to feel nothing. Upon further observation, I realize that I do think, but I think of nothing.
My husband kissed my head softly, and all I could think of was the deceit, the lies, the disloyalty, and the hatred and disgust I felt for him. And yet all these feelings were triggered by the sweetest and tenderest of actions, that would have caused me to swoon in the early days of our romance. The main cause of my contempt for him was that the betraying lips pressed to my forehead, had touched those of another woman.
Brick by brick
Sky high
With every word
You build a wall between us
That surrounds and encases my heart
An inescapable prison
That I cannot break down
And just like that, the life of a human being was forever gone. A life filled with billions of separate moments of happiness and sadness and passion and anger and hate and love, ceased to exist. The simplicity of the act of murder is one of the greatest lies ever presented in our modern culture. I had wrongly used the dark power that all humans are unfortunately given to end the possibilities and opportunities held in the life of another. The guilt overwhelmed me, like a powerful wave pulling me down to the depths of the sea, drowning me and crushing my black soul, until the point when I could no longer breathe. Shakespearean words echoed in my mind as I felt the blood on my hands turning all of Poseidon's green sea a deep, and unforgivable red.
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