Buried with The Forbidden Love
By Steve Poff
Ever since her eye's met mine, she was my mind's focus. From minutes to hours, from hours to days I thought of her fragile face. We were to wed on the 31st of October, but the plans in my perception changed drastically when a fact ran my love through a shredder. Her love was not only mine, but that of one other. He was my closest friend, if at all possible a brother. He loved her when my presence wasn't known, but just cause my presence isn't known does not mean that I am not there.
When my eyes fell upon their lips locked in a tight seal, my blood went cold. Every thought in my mind became consumed with hatred and darkness. At that moment I felt as if my world's perfect, happy structure had been crushed. The pain and regret that I had at that instant had destroyed my sense of wisdom.
I did not let them know I was there, no that was to easy, they were going to pay for the pain that they had inflicted on my delicate heart. I was going to have my revenge on their sin. It was going to show them the torment that they had put me through.
The thoughts that ran through my head after that were so, words cant describe how perfect every individual thought of revenge was. But one thought had all the right possibilities and hate levels, that it was above perfect. And here is how it happened.
I left on the kitchen counter a red rose, a bottle of red wine, and a half concealed letter. I hid myself inside of the food closet, were only cracks of light were visible. I awaited for her arrival, which should only have been minutes from then. Time was depressingly progressing from the first moment that I concealed myself.
I heard the door open, the sound of air escaping proved that she had entered. She walked into the kitchen, the pace of her steps had shown a stressful day was behind her. She rested her purse down next to were the rose was. Her gasp bled through the closet door. Her surprise would soon be murdered by a different kind of surprise. Moments later the sound of unfolding paper forced it's way into my ears. The seems had been opened, I could almost hear her eye's reading my tragic letter. I heard the footsteps rush to the closet door. With force she pulled the door open, A scream that had pierced my carcass had the potential to wake me from the dead. Her eyes laid upon my hung body. She had pushed my emotional status so far that the only logical way to end my pain was to self destruct. And that is what I did.