You had gone in the middle of the night. The blankets on your side of the bed laid crumpled on the floor like the shedding of a snake. Your big camper bag was gone from the shoulders of the wooden chair.
The once feisty room now seemed empty and cold.
Ah, you had left a note on the bed. Your handwriting was so horrible it looks as if
“A flamingo tried to write, right?”
A laugh escaped from my chest and I remembered the way you covered your face with your palm in a pretense of embarrassment.
Thank you, the note said.
Were you truly thankful to have left me in this mess? With no direction, no map, this hollow emptiness and this pain… this, this heart-wrenching ache.
I ripped the note into pieces and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
took it all away. One moment you’re sweet as honey, the next you’re as cold as ice.
What! The edge of anger in your striking blue eyes shatters my armor, it’s
that slams into the walls of my heart.
You call out to me, pleading with your green orbs that I was once so enthralled by. You smile, confident that I’ll be okay. That it’ll be okay.
We play pretend like nothing ever happened, like so many times before.
It’s enough, stop it. Fxxk off
Suddenly, my name sounds like a rat in the sewers. Dirty and disgusting. I don’t know what I feel, what I should feel. Is it anger? It’s a murky river. Rain starts falling and I watch as it drenches everything–
There’s a roaring fire, magnificent as it shines red yellow orange
tears brim at the edges of my eyes and I watch it destroy you with its destructive lick
in my mind.