A Twisted Vision
What is love?
Is it known by one from experience,
Or does one just know?
What is a star?
Is it known by one from experience,
Or does one just know?
I drift drowsily down the dreadfully dark hall and turn right,
I find you in the bedroom,
Not breathing at all.
Blood spattered everywhere,
A smile stitched across your limp face.
Your limp body lay there, filled with death.
I see your hand twitch with the blade,
The blade finally falls to the floor and makes the most wretched sound known to human,
The clatter is dragged out,
Nearly driving time to a hault,
My eyes focused on the blade, and back to you.
I stand back and see what has happened -
The cuts across your wrists,
The gashes on your ribs and stomach,
The slashes running up and down your legs,
The scratches upon your cheeks and forehead,
And alas, the jagged rip of skin between your neck and collar bone -
Your body is unrecognizable, love;
Damaged to a pulp.
And a smile is still stitched upon your face.
You won't back down,
"He did this to me..."
You say, barely audible with your voice raspy,
"He drowned my ego.
Battered me emotionally to this physical state,
he..."
You pause,
Coughing up blood,
Still trying to breathe,
"-He did this to me,
This is just a declaration of my freedom,
I won't back down...
He-
He can no longer hurt me..."
You cough again, as I'm now beside you, staring at you spechless, struggling to hear every word your blood-filled mouth is speaking,
"I'm finally free...
This is all I ever wanted to..."
You cough again, heavily this time, reflecting how weak you are now,
"-To be."
And you fall silent.
I pause for the longest several moments of my life,
Waiting to see if there is more,
But there is none,
I carry your now fully limp and bloody body down the crooked narrow stairs,
Tears slowly falling down my reddened face,
My clothes and skin becoming stained with blood.
I place your body carefully down upon a trash bag and bring you to the car,
I drive slowly, safely away from our home,
My home now,
No thoughts daring to enter my mind.
I reach a small vacant space.
I grab you and gently,
Tenderly even,
Carry your body to the cherry blossom tree,
And I lay you there.
I walk back to the car for the shovel,
And I return minutes later,
I dig your grave with every tear stinging my face like glass.
Once it's deep enough,
I lightly drop your body in,
The short thud makes my whole essence,
My whole being even,
Drop,
I place the dirt back and leave a small mound.
I stand there,
Below the cherry blossom tree and before you,
As I whisper my heart's true feelings,
"I love you."
And I trudge away slowly as everything falls grey behind, before, and beside me.
There is no sympathy for the dead,
Only dread and resent.
By : Ori
Oreo
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