He stood there with a smile on his face, acted as if nothing happened. Pacing the floors as he adjusted the belt buckle around his waist. Sweat plastered his skin as he inhaled the musty air that surrounded him....he exhaled. Footsteps pounced against the floor as his shadow slowly drifted away.
Three days have passed and these four walls have now became my friend. My body has been stained with unwanted love of the man that I intended to love. Tears I can cry no more, for they have ceased with the pain that I have felt. My garments have been ripped to threads, from hands that have been casted upon my skin. My flesh has been bruised and battered because my lips have encountered negative thoughts. I can feel the moisture between my legs and under my feet. A stench that is unbearable has passed my nostrils, but yet I still remain. With my hands shaking, my body is slowly vanishing, for I can feel no more. As I stare at my hands I can see the blood that was once within me. Dripping bit by bit as it clots unto the floor.
Was I that horrible of a person that I had to endure this? The torture and struggles of life as it unraveled infront of me, within a split second of unlawful justice. Hatred and fright shall build up within me for a man that I loved, a man that I placed my life within his hands. A life that has now been mistreated, as the dirt upon his skin seeps through my flesh. Entertwining with my cells to become one. To join forces of abuse and neglect, in which I was built upon.
It staked my heart as it victimized my soul. For tears I can cry no more, for they have ceased with the pain that I have felt called love.
