Fragile, lonely widow
Darkened New Hampshire farm house
Silent morning, dawn just breaking
Strange shadow in the doorway
A jolt of terror with the realization of what may come.
“I’m an old woman,” she croaked.
“You don’t want to do this to me.”
A sinister smile advancing his scheme.
He took his time.
Hands around her throat, invading body and mind.
Shockingly quiet as she lay
Eyes scanning the room – her once safe space.
I must make it through, she prayed.
Until blackness overcame.
She roused, bruised and bleeding
A stranger snoring where her beloved once dreamed.
Small-town Easter morning
And nothing will ever be the same.
I don't see a person when I look at her.
I see eyes that looked at him longingly.
I see lips that kissed him passionately.
I see a mouth that spoke promises
and a mind spinning thoughts of betrayal.
I see a human with no regard for bonds sisterhood;
A selfish, lustful harlot's tunnel vision;
A snake in waiting ready to strike at a sign of weakness.
She assaults my mind at varying moments,
Images of naked deceit,
Messages of an opportunity,
Speculation and questions unending.
As if in a fever dream
I lay next to Ophelia
Floating flowers in her hair
Pocket rocks and broken hearts
Breathe out and let it go.
She for love,
I for anger,
Fitful sleep, fighting mind
Breathe out and let's rewind.
Did you enjoy it when it came?
I throw myself at your alter
begging for reprieve
searching for acknowledgement
of what I used to be
A dog at master's table
Seeking scraps of meat
Wearing uncertainty - a scarlet letter
Veiled in anguish
And the desolation of deceit.
shards of glass
Sleeping bed of razors
Dining rusty nails
Master's merciful release
And though I cannot stop for death
I pray it sets me free.
Still so fresh
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.