It gripped. Like the claws of death. Tightening fast. Clenching into
my soul. Broken. Broken into pieces like the shards of mirror which lay
by my feet. Drenched in blood. Spurting in gashes off my hand. Where the
radial artery was slit. Open. Like the book of my life.
My body quaked. Spasmodic chasms shook it. Like she had shaken my
life. A life punctuated by ups and downs. Downs which drowned the few
ups. Ups that came as hiccups. Once in a blue moon and so easily washed
away by the water of sorrow.
I lay down. Down on the floor. The marble reflected the red of my
blood. Blood diluted by tears. Tears of pain. Where she had gouged out
my heart.
The blood. It had a life of its own. And moved freely. Drawing a map
on the floor. An exquisite piece of tapestry. The rape of my soul of its
virginity by her love…
It was finally over. Like she had said. So easily. Yeah, it was over.
So easily. My soul deceived my body like she had deceived my soul.
It was over. Full stop. Stop. Red like my blood. Red like the road
sign. Stop. And my heart finally stopped as the ultimate muscular spasms
forced my lungs to heave a final sign of ‘adieu’ (farewell).
My eyelids closed as my pupils rolled. The light shimmered, fading,
and finally shut out. Stop. The embryonic cord of life cut off. My grip
relaxed and opened slightly as my index tweaked once as a nerve pulled
out. Stop. And my hands faltered. Half open. As though begging for life.
For her.
Stop. And the reflections in the shards froze. Fragments of my soul. Ripped apart by the knives of her love.
Stop. The earth stopped. Time froze. My existence wiped out.
Stop. Only the blood oozed.
Sticky.
Red.