Nellie
I was always jealous of her.
She had him, just because she was
Young, and perfect, and beautiful.
So I wasn't as young at the time.
I was still just as beautiful!
What was so wonderful about her?
That golden waterfall of hair? That ivory skin?
That laugh which probably sounded to him like bells
But which always sounded to me like glass breaking.
She didn't deserve him. The world never deserved him.
And then it turned against him and her both.
He was gone, and she was mad with grief. So was I.
But not silly enough to do what she did.
I just had bottle after bottle of gin nights,
sighing,
the tears locked so deep in sadness they couldn't come out.
But her- always the dramatic type that one.
Arsenic, and it drove her off the deep end.
Well good riddance. I can't say I blamed her.
And then- could it be? He came back.
He'd changed.
But it was still him.
And she was gone.
She was gone.
My chance!
Or was it?
Damn the hag, he was still stuck on her-
On her memory anyway.
Harping away on the man who'd destroyed her.
Well, I agreed with him there- the bastard had to die.
But to talk about it all the time-!
Still I had him, he was there, with me.
And we shared nights,
warm and sweet.
But I was never enough.
In the end he always went back to her in his head.
I could see it in his eyes.
Well, I took what I could get.
But oh, it hurt when he found out the truth.
-12/18/07