He cut me deep. I sat there holding the phone in silence. I couldn’t speak.
So I sat there, heart aching in my chest. Slowly rocking back and forth, clutching myself.
Four years, plus?
I closed my eyes and laid down to die.
My love spoiled;
Made mockery of —unnwanted, unreturned.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked.
A turn of the dagger and then I came to: Blood pouring out of my mouth—
"Yes. Yes," I spat, "And I hate you.
Come now and get your things."
—Based on a real life episode. Written for "lOVE dIED". ©P.Brooks 01/25/08