Broken Triangle

The feeling of a triangle is that of
a trio entwined around each other until you
don’t know who was originally what, the
meshing of three separate and very
different personalities to form a whole,
one being.


For years that ripped by much too fast, we
were just simply, the Girls, a name we all
would turn and answer to, a tangible form of
the bond we had formed together.

A triangle: a simple, yet complex form made of
three points connected by three lines, each
all touching at a single point; with all parties fixed,
a triangle is indestructible, or so we thought.

Slowly a worn patch began to form between two
points of the triangle, and a simple event, a kiss
between two people that was never meant to happen cracked the
already worn porcelain rope, and with a sickening snap, the two sides
separated, the line dissolved into nothing.

A broken triangle: a nauseating creature with
three points on a mere two lines, feebly attached
to a central point, the outliers
no longer connected at all, and when
that stress gets to be too much for that broken,
busted, bruised central point, she too will have to sever
one of the lines.


Some ties run deeper than others, and I turn to my left, looking
at the smiling face I’ve known for years…the same
smiling face that destroyed the trust and work we had placed
in the triangle.


She destroyed us.


I turn to my right, watching the other girls haunted eyes, once a deep
hazel, but now red and shallow with hurt; I see myself
reflected back in those eyes, the crumbled shell of a point I once
was, and I force myself to
stomp on the delicate rope to my left.


As if in slow motion, the cherished material spiderwebs
on the hard, cold ground before shattering into millions of
memories that quickly dissolve into the ground that is
acidic from the tears that continue to
flow from my raw eyes.


The wind chills my face as her back turns on me, still
smiling, and walks in the opposite direction, unhurt, uncaring,
her own separate point
on her own separate plane.


A flash of red marred hazel shines from my
right and I turn towards it, and in that instant,
we both run across the thin line towards each other, and I
open my arms allowing her to collapse into them; both of
our bodies shaking.


We are a broken triangle, a single point.

Author's Note

This was a Creative Writing assignment on intense emotion memories, ones tat make you feel the emotions all over again when you think about them. I took a LOT of creative liscence on this one, and made it very symbolic, but still representing the memory. (How amazing is it that I get to spend an entire period a day writing, and not hving to worry about the teacher takig it from me? This is the start of a great year. I can tell)
Thoughts, comments, questions appreciated, please review!
~~Jenn~~

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

This reads like a Ballad and is actually very interesting dealing with the universal subject of broken bonds.
I like the imagery of the triangle....the strongest three dimensional shape. Was this intended or is your story based on a true situation?

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Interesting take at this verse... and the development of the whole read... I had to dissect this into pieces:

The feeling of a triangle is that of
a trio entwined around each other until you
don’t know who was originally what, the
meshing of three separate and very
different personalities to form a whole,
one being.

She destroyed us.

We are a broken triangle, a single point.

Why you will ask... those are the turning point in this story... the sentences are a bit long in most cases throughout...but I understand that's one complete thought in this prose... but I liked the overall aspect of the entire read...