False bliss

A short piece depicting the entrapment of false love.

 

How can I hold your hand like this?

It doesn’t even feel warm to me. My heart is so lost and baffled.

My brain an entanglement of conflicting morals and needs…

 

My eyes meet yours and yet I see nothing but Armageddon.

What was beautiful has become deadly and potent.

A dangerous brew of darkest validity.

These chains bond me in a voluntary embrace of distrustful destruction.

 

I have to go.

I must go now, and never see that face of cold heat ever again.

Leave the chains behind, even if it means shedding my very self.

Rip my heart from my chest and hurl it as far away as I can throw...

 

Outside now, venture out into what feels like coldest winter….

Alone and unloved.

Frozen in time….

 

But no…. not winter at all.

Sunlight.

Blue sky, true beauty….

Freedom.

 

 

Author's Note

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