"It's happened before and it will happen again"
That same sentence pressing to my temple like the barrel of a gun.
Conceal your concern. This is no fight of yours
Streaming eyes held shut
Teeth gritted and hands trembling.
Finger to the trigger.
Thick, warm and dark it trickles down my cheek.
Leaving trails of guilt and suffering.
In my peripheral I see falling black tears
Staining my cheeks and obscuring my view
They drip quickly, rolling like waves
In the calm midnight ocean.
Ink sloshes out, slurring my thoughts
Clogging reality as it gloops and glugs
Blotting out hopes warm hands.
The wall, now splattered with onyx and jet,
Cries tainted tears into puddle.
They hit the floor hard, splashing akin to a ticking clock.
Papers, letters, cards are engulfed, erased.
Soaking, sinking, disappearing into the abyss.
My killer is slow
But determined, like in the movies,
Except more stealthy.
Like the ending of day;
The beginning of darkness.
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