Bad Romance
A Story by Darkened_drear
The winter wind whisping through her burgundy locks as she stared out the window of that lonesome castle window where thick vines converged on its crumbling crevaces.She put her delicate hands to the foggy glass hoping one day he would come home on time and treat her so divine yet this was her prison.Her heart had given up its fight so long ago when he had taught her the agony of emotions.She digs her nails into her palms as she turns her saddened sapphire eyes to that empty cashmere bed with its luxurious luster and clean sheets which make the emptiness inside long to be cooled.Her lips tremble in anger and she smiles devilishly as a plan she develops for her revenge she will surely have on this deadened night of no return.Slipping on her Victorian dress of long black silk that reveals a split clear past her shaking knees.The dagger in her hand so sharp.Silver.Slithering up her hips like a snake.Her blood races as she hears the sound of thundering hooves across the frozen Earth.She awaits him at the door.He comes in smelling like that s***s cheap perfume.Her rage stirs but the flames she controls.Black nails gripping the blade as it awaits his flesh.The shadows in the closet all come out to play.He reaches for her but she turns him away.Shoving the jagged object into his stony heart.Whispering "Forever more Mi amour but eternity has no end.This passion is a prison and death your everlasting punishment".She pulled out the cold steel and licked the scarlet from its shiny edges.Tasting his misery.She grinned as she walked out the door and prepared to sate her angry souls desires.The horse with its blood red eyes stampedes into the dark on a mission for a soul that has forsaken the queen of hell.She searches for the one who stole her world with her wicked ways.Her slits of blue seek to destroy.She stalks her.In fear the harlett evades her.But she catches up with her.Speeding up.Those hooves crush her brittle body.The crunch so delightful.The stars tell a story of a bad romance.The evil angel roams the blackened trees of terror.Taking revenge on all those untrue.Their crimes.Their greatest nightmare.
© 2014 Darkened_drear
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Darkened_drearBim, WV
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I am Becky Cooper and Im not perfect. All my flaws show but they do not define me because I have a strong heart and who I am is what makes me myself. My favorite color is black because it drowns out a.. more..
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