It’s funny how sunsets have always
been portrayed as red and gold. Very few enjoy the orange and pink. Personally I
enjoyed that rapidly disappearing pink and lavender the rich blue and even
richer purple. You know the twilight before night has truly crept in. It was always beautiful, I watched it from my
room every day for fifteen years. I watched it while my parents watched tv. I even
watched it as the house burned down behind me. It added to anticipation of
night. I enjoyed the calm before any storm; even if the only storm was night. When the house burned down I hadn’t been too
concerned. Material things never really mattered to me I still had twilight. It
wasn’t until the fire was out and I was being ushered into a police car that I realized
my parents had been inside and that they hadn’t come out. But then in the midst of the smoke a shadow
much bigger than a human could slightly be eyed. It was my parents of course they lived. I wiped my tears and awaited for them to come
towards me, but then I heard someone crying.
It was something when I looked.
I looked back and that’s when I notice
the blood. It was as if a body had
exploded.
The crimson around me was as if I
was playing with the paint bucket tool on my computer. Was this what bulls saw
when they were at their angriest? All I know is that after the sight of the red
hit me, the smell followed. Bodily fluids of all kinds began to expose and mix.
To congeal. The smell of sulfur and feces making me dizzier than I ever
expected. I can’t help but cough and stumble at the same time. But somehow my
feet stay in place. The sight in my eyes has frozen me.
She undressed herself and I couldn’t
do a thing. I couldn’t move a muscle. Except for the throbbing in between my
legs. What a sight. I caught myself almost drool and I straightened up. I had
to think of something. What was I going to do with this body that stood before
me in its glory. All flesh, I slowly moved my hands from his chest down towards
his penis. I looked up at him kissing his neck leading up to his ear turning
his eyes . Just close enough to get his attention to notice my sweet touch. His
heart and my heart were linked at that moment. Our souls were destined to be
together like our previous selves. Nothing from this world or the next can stop
us from reaching our fruition. We will crystalize in our true essences and join
the great hereafter and so on and so forth. Know what I mean?
Um,
no, I would have to say that I do not know what you mean.
Well
we should have sex. Fornication. Maybe a little oral. Spanking too, if that’s
your think. I draw the line at poop.
Yabba-dabba-doo!
Now
you’re talking, big boy!
Come
on and give it to me, baby! He said one
more time ‘’give to me now’’. Maria said no why I have to give to you is not
good. He started to get mad, and when he gets mad he starts to get violent. I wouldn’t
hand it over to him. He grabbed my wrist. He was extremely strong, my arms were
very petite. Just by him grabbing my wrist he could’ve broken it, causing
another incident like last time. The last time, I ended up in the emergency
room. We were having a disagreement like most couples do and well things
started to get out of hand and he got physical. I don’t quite remember what the
argument was about but I do remember one thing. He had beaten me so badly that I
could barely open my mouth to even eat or talk. I looked at him and tried to
open my mouth to ask him why he would hurt me this way but he just turned to me
and said get out of my sight you look horrible. I wanted to call the police
however I loved him and didn’t want any trouble I just curled up in bed and
hoped things would get better if it didn’t I would just have to kill him. Please
do not kill him. If you do that job. You are going to jail. You better to find
out another way instead. Maybe you could hook up someone into doing it. Maybe he
can be killed but not just by you. If someone else does it for you, it’s
definitely not your responsibility. But will the guilt remain? That’s something
that will have to take time into thinking to. Maybe it’s best that he stay
alive for your own safe consciousness. But the anger still remained. Killing cannot
be the answer then. You have to come up with a more clever idea. Like maybe
making his life miserable? If only you could remember what he has done to cause
you to feel this way towards him. You should
go out for a walk and take a deep breath. Don’t think it twice. Just go. What you
should give thought to is the malicious plan you were trying to do to him. Because
at the end regardless of the harm he did to you, you’re the one who will end up
losing if you choose to kill him.
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