17 June 2012
A light-diamond globule drips from green-skinned rosy flesh. A million screeches combine to form a cacophony of chirruping. This just doesn’t seem to entice me anymore. Feeling incomplete, like half of a whole. My respite lies not with the police or a morgue. All that matters is that my husband is no more…and I am no less.
Filled with dark desolation I walk this path, the shadow in the strange alley pulling me toward it. As I enter the senses seem magnified: each drop of rain perfectly mirroring the gravel beneath. And one such drop reflected a lonely face. As I approached the face, scarred and out of proportion, those hazel eyes asked me to follow him. And follow I did. But my solitary depression only deepened as I saw the figure move into that bleak hut by a corner. In my house darkness had set it with no soul there to switch on that light.
I groppled in the dark to the couch silhouetted by the sun-setting in the window. The couch where my husband lay was there. But my husband wasn’t. Instead that dark figure lay in the couch and as I drew near opened its eyes. It was then that I remembered, my husband’s were also hazel. Night had set is and it was a strange night…there seemed to be a chill in the air…Laws of nature broken and my mind too, the last thing I remembered was a scream… I think…it was mine…
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