The words roll off the page like acid from her lips.
Burning new pain in wounds unhealed.
Everything that was is a lie.
The secrets held fast long overdue.
Delivered and planted with the skills of a heartless killer.
An open heart looking for forgiveness and understanding.
Only to find scorched earth and flames where once there was love.
But what love was this that seemed so real?
Dissolute and cast aside like waste from her bowels.
This love was a lie.
This life was a lie.
This truth was a lie.
This bond was a lie.
Doors left open waiting for even a faint taste of love.
Love not the same but still love assumed true.
Folly are these thoughts.
And false are these memories.
She draws the blade from behind her.
The blinding light of memories shielding it from view.
In a moment, a flicker of time uncountable to the life together that was.
She thrusts the sharpened blade deeper than life itself…
Pulling an unsuspecting and ailing heart from it’s nest.
Beating, beating still in the palm of her hand.
The heart drains of life.
The heart drains of love.
Until it beats no more.