Purge

It eats at me, these thoughts, these feelings,

Ripping, clawing at me. I can’t press on.

They replay on a loop, haunting me, scarring me.

I gotta get them out, but the pen nor the blade 

Can separate them from mind. 

They need to be cast in fire, silenced in the crackle.

I cut her out of my head, pulling the feelings with it,

Like dangling nerves.

I choke as her face looked at me with longing eyes.

She goes to speak, but holds back, to timid to question it.

I strike a match, the solitary glow flickering on our faces.

And I hesitate. 

Purge! Purge!

My defenses wanted her gone. 

Purge! Purge!

Mind and Heart at war.

Purge! Purge!

She looks at me.

Purge! Purge!

And she spoke,

“What have I done?”

A shallow tear formed at the corner of her eye.

Purge! Purge!

“We don’t feel the same,” I spoke.

Her head dropped, her sadness pooling around her feet.

“I…know. But…” she said, “I could.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I threw the match, and the fire roared. 

I basked in the beautiful blaze.

“Do you really feel that way?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a dream come true.”

And I walked in.

Author's Note

First Draft