Fire and Blood

Can you trust who you love?

I cannot avoid it. 

I am falling. 

Everything within me begins to fail. I try to regain the control of my limbs to no avail. There is nothing I can do; I am going to die. I am going to bleed to death in this grimy little London back road. The knife catches the light and glitters ferociously. It's strange; how something so fatal can appear so beautiful when thrust into the moonlight. No one is going to find me. He picked a good spot and a good date. Midsummer's Eve, perfect for a scandalous execution. I should have known. I should have been one step ahead like he always was. He must have known that I was to tell him of my pregnancy. One tiny part of me wanted to be delighted, in the grips of pure elation. I am with child; I am carrying the child of the man of my dreams who adores me. Adored me.

I walked down the streets with a heart, heavy with terror. I knew; I knew that he would not be happy and his temper flares at the slightest thing. I genuinely wanted him to sweep me into his arms and keep me there forever. I wanted him to protect me from the jeers and judgement of an entire society. The child would have been born out of wedlock, my little b*****d child. The child is already dead. I can no longer feel him stirring inside me as I had before. The blade had penetrated deep into my abdomen, as was the intention. My blood continues to spill out of the wound, turning the pavement red. Why is this happening to me?

I know.

I fell in love with a fallen angel.

I am in love with my fallen angel.

God forgive me...

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think of the structure.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story. You made me desire to know the who, what, when, why , where and how of this story. You could expand to more detail. The story left me with question. I like the internal thoughts and how you led the reader to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I cannot avoid it.
I am falling.

Everything within me begins to fail. I try to regain the control of my limbs to no avail. There is nothing I can do; I am going to die. I am going to bleed to death in this grimy little London back road. The knife catches the light and glitters ferociously. It's strange; how something so fatal can appear so beautiful, when thrust into the moonlight. No one is going to find me. He picked a good spot and a good date. Midsummer's Eve, perfect for a scandalous execution. I should have known and been one step ahead like he always was. He must have known that I was to tell him of my pregnancy. One tiny part of me wanted to be delighted, in the grips of pure elation. I am with child; I am carrying the child of the man of my dreams who adores me. Adored me.

I walked down the streets with a heart, heavy with terror. I knew; I knew that he would not be happy and his temper flares at the slightest thing. I genuinely wanted him to sweep me into his arms and keep me there forever. I wanted him to protect me from the jeers and judgment of an entire society. The child would have been born out of wedlock, my little b*****d child. The child is already dead. I can no longer feel him stirring inside me, as I had before. The blade had penetrated deep into my abdomen, as was the intention. My blood continues to spill out of the wound, turning the pavement red. Why is this happening to me?

I know.
I fell in love with a fallen angel.
I am in love with my fallen angel.
God forgive me...

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As for this one...just spacing , commas, and misspelled words...as I did before --- just posting the edited part above --- for your consideration...as for the plot of this --- its narration is good as the person who is the victim goes about the scene...you can feel the reactions of the character as a reader...

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Captivating and rigid to the point the reader must go on to find the absolution of the plot, well done, good read.

[louisa]

this is really good, it feels like it's a section of book and that works really well.