Seven Days

​Seven Days​

​he sat alone on the granite bench in the church courtyard

his sa​dness drowning him in an ocean of powerful blows hitting him all over his body, like a rusty blade

his thoughts attack him

each saying he will never be good enough for anyone

in this vast world of hatred and love

who knew what they would get?

ever since his boyfriend left him

he was all alone to suffer

deeming the gay world as "weird" and "bizarre" 

he just got up and left went his way

the only person he ever loved

gone forever from his life

he looked up when he heard footsteps coming near him

tears wetting his sparkling grey eyes

falling softly to the ground, spotting it

a stunningly beautiful woman with night-black hair stood before him

her snow-pale chiseled face staring at him sympathetically with light blue eyes

what's the matter love? she asks

I have been left forever by my true love, he answers

It isn't true if he left you, she replies. I will heal your broken heart.

she grabs his hand and leads him away

she takes him a deserted temple

her eyes shining with mysterious emotion

I will love you forever, she says. You will be Narcissus and I will be your reflection.

she does this every day for seven days

cheering up the heartbroken man as many ways as she can

the second day her sky blue eyes and her creamy pink lips asks, how are you?

as she took him out

I am well because of you, he answers

the third day she asks, how is your broken heart?

the pieces are coming together, he says, staring at her early twilight-blue eyes

her rosemary-colored lips opened and she answers, that's what I'm here for

the fourth day she comes to his house at 8 pm

saying, It's too late for me to heal your broken heart!

the fifth day she asks him, your broken heart? 

her medium-pink lips pursed.

he holds her ocean-blue eyes sweetly, as he replies

I am okay.

the sixth day she meets him in the park

her stormy blue eyes shining with content

her hair swished around her shoulders as she

took his hand

my broken heart is well, he says before

she asks. With you, Heaven is here.

the seventh day she met him again

at the church courtyard at 6:30 pm

I am here, he says. Like you asked.

good, she answers as she carefully walked her way

toward him

My heart is healed I believe, he says gazing down at her

Oh, she says, her voice transforming

she brings out two crudely curved knives from her cloak

she strolls behind him and leans toward his ear

her crimson lips hiss, I'm about to break your healed heart

thousands of Beelzebub flies swarm out of her red mouth

enveloping both of them

she hurls the two knives at his chest

aiming for his heart

they crumble into ashen dust as they

rip through his skin

he stares up at her eyes

 for the last time before he disappears

they were black. 

the end

Author's Note

sorry for spelling and grammar

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting---he gets an almost salvation from someone he meets on a bench in a courtyard...and yet
he is fooled as if the devil were in disguise.

i see also a statement here on loneliness, separation...not being accepted...
and there seems no way back to real salvation when we are depicted as weird or gross because of our color, religion, sexual orientation.

very sad story, well presented.

[Ma'at]

thank you for your review :)

[ksscampos]

such a great story with a poetic flow. amazingly done! I enjoyed this very much.. i'm scrolling back up to read it once again

[Ma'at]

oh thank you!

[Ambra Celeste]

As I was reading I thought it was going to be a happy ending but I was fooled! Yes it is true that some come into our lives under the impression that they want to heal us but then the end is more tragic than ever.

[Ma'at]

thank you for the review :)

[Matching Socks]

Love this story and there's a really great message.
You have talent Daniela

[Ma'at]

thank you so much, so do you :)

[Joshua W. Harris]

I do absolutely love the content of the piece. This is to be sure. I find that the story itself is wonderful, and was enough to keep me engaged. I think the only thing that you need to work on is the flow and lay-out of your piece. Otherwise--as I said--the story is amazing, and I really did love following it the whole way through. So even with the small bugs in it, it was still a fantastic piece to read through. =] Keep it up!

[Ma'at]

yes, like i said before, there were a lot of flaws that i plan on fixing. but thank you :)

[Ian Gilmour]

You draw an interesting parallel and raise a question I wrestle with a lot: is happiness in ourselves the product of the people involved in our lives? It seems to me, he was broken long before either of them. He relied on both of them for his happiness and therefore, using them as spiritual crutches, the true tragedy of this story, it seems to me, is the emptiness that lies within him. He was with an angel, then the devil, and the outcome was the same. They both lifted him up and killed him. The complexity of the ideas at play and the depth with which the ideas are presented come together wonderfully.

[Ma'at]

i like how you pulled out those pieces of the story, thank you so much, i really appreciate this review. :)

[Troy Henson]

A strong and powerful message Daniela. I can see and feel that you dug deep into your emotions and thought with this one. Great job:)

Regards
Troy

[Ma'at]

thank you :)