And I Took Her Life

This piece is very near and dear to my heart. It chronicles an experience that had an immense impact on my perspective.

Confusion and disillusion carefully crafted scenery.

Life’s motion granted emotions

Which were strange and new to me.

So logically- I took a woman in my strife.

 

Her hair flowed from her head and dripped to her shoulders.

Dark, yet benign like the ocean,

I took her solely as my lover

So steeped in momentary devotion.

 

Things forbidden and wrong can oft be so worth it.

What is life to some without the thrill?

The most beautiful hunters we know, the lions

Hunt for kill but also hunt for primal thrill.

 

So I took thrill to escape from pain and strife.

And one cool summer night

I took her life

Not out of love, yet not of anger.

 

More out of primal reason,

Physical want,

But at its core emotional thrill.

Strange feelings can make even the sane act as strange.

 

Sometimes they can drive one to kill.

Yet as she died I saw a glimpse of pleasure in her eyes.

That in retrospect comes to my surprise

As we laid on the grass within a field.

 

She died of a blade

That was more personal than steel.

I found someone who brought me pleasure in my strife.

And one cool summer night, I took her life.

 

Author's Note

Please review. I have been rather reluctant about the release of this piece.

Reviews

[Holly]

I'm changing my review. I don't know if you changed this but I decided to add it to favorites. I love it, and not real sure why.... hmm

[WriterSki7]

Most interesting . . . might I ask why it hits home?