Love Died

Love Died
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. 
Contemplating —us.  
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

About Onjeinika

An industrial engineer by education and a writer at heart. Mother to 3 children who have been known to cause mayhem. Wife of the man who tricked me into having the 3 said children. Servant of the Most High. I enjoy blogging, reading and dancing. Every day I strive to live life to its fullest. Reflecting God wherever I go.

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  1. I’m inspired, so I’m putting something together for lOVE dIED.  If its one thing our mother left for both of us, it was her love for poetry and writing.  Stay tuned…
  2. Ah! My Sister! What is it about that four year thing? Had two of those sessions – you would think I would have learned from the first! Beautiful poetry! I just love the way you write – very suggestive, vivid imagery! Fabulous stuff! I appreciate the addition to my book site, lOVE dIED. Most appropriate title!

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