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May 9th, 2020
September 29th, 2020 (edited)
Silence.
It was their love –
not the sort where souls communed, but
the sort that crushed and choked like
in a sealed coffin.
Sickening silence that made her wonder
whether warm love was simply an invention from fairy tales, and
any semblance of such love, pink paint over the
decaying black wood that made her house.
Silence.
It was the sound of hope burning in her,
charring her youthful flesh,
greying her smooth, dark hair,
tearing her large, bright eyes,
the sound of fading dreams burning in the child, burning in the both of them...
but now it was no more than
a pile of cold ashes –
not even despair.
Silence.
It was the confession of
the dewy-eyed girl smoldered
as she waited for her Prince Charming
among flames,
in the wooden nest they once built, and
her death was just retribution
for loving a man too long,
for believing in children's tales.
Silence.
It was their legacy,
a wordless tale of
unbridled ambition,
inconsolable spite, and
heavy melancholia,
a tale that chars all of
their child's tender memories and hopeful wishes,
a curse that runs like sin through blood.
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