Stop

It gripped. Like the claws of death. Tightening fast. Clenching into my soul. Broken. Broken into pieces like the shards of mirror which lay by my feet. Drenched in blood. Spurting in gashes off my hand. Where the radial artery was slit. Open. Like the book of my life.

My body quaked. Spasmodic chasms shook it. Like she had shaken my life. A life punctuated by ups and downs. Downs which drowned the few ups. Ups that came as hiccups. Once in a blue moon and so easily washed away by the water of sorrow.

I lay down. Down on the floor. The marble reflected the red of my blood. Blood diluted by tears. Tears of pain. Where she had gouged out my heart.

The blood. It had a life of its own. And moved freely. Drawing a map on the floor. An exquisite piece of tapestry. The rape of my soul of its virginity by her love…

It was finally over. Like she had said. So easily. Yeah, it was over. So easily. My soul deceived my body like she had deceived my soul.

It was over. Full stop. Stop. Red like my blood. Red like the road sign. Stop. And my heart finally stopped as the ultimate muscular spasms forced my lungs to heave a final sign of ‘adieu’ (farewell).

My eyelids closed as my pupils rolled. The light shimmered, fading, and finally shut out. Stop. The embryonic cord of life cut off.  My grip relaxed and opened slightly as my index tweaked once as a nerve pulled out. Stop. And my hands faltered. Half open. As though begging for life. For her.

Stop. And the reflections in the shards froze. Fragments of my soul. Ripped apart by the knives of her love.

Stop. The earth stopped. Time froze. My existence wiped out.

Stop. Only the blood oozed.

Sticky.

Red.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Dude. Very powerful stuff here. I am impressed to say the least. This creates a picture of heart ache so bloodred cold and real it is palpable from the screen. I do believe many have attempted to capture such feelings and few have maged to do so with such a raw and vicious note. Congrats, you are to be comended.

[Jeremy Baker]

Sharp and to the point, without losing sight of its goal, Very compelling.

[EMF]

Like a smack in the face. A dramatic, powerful roar of images, ideas and pain. Stunning. Despite the pain and subject matter, I didn't want to stop reading.

[Ripple of Aqua]

Very intriguing way of looking at a break up. Though most would feel enraged, you felt deceived. You made time freeze and the earth shake while I read this.

[emma]

incredible imagery! keep it up :)

[Rene Velez]

Nice poem extremely visual and intense...

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Dark and intense. Almost like watching an apocalypse of one's soul. Wonderfully penned. Great Write!

[Lily Mae]

Deep, dark and intense... and very well written. I could feel the pain..xx

[CT]

Absolutely wonderful in almost every way- a masterpiece of the pen, to be sure. This is the best thing ice read of yours by far, and blows your poetry out of the water on an astronomical level. The flow and repetition of the piece are wonderful, as is the intentional vagueness. I also really love the feel good nature of the piece-such an uplifting message. Okay, I'm kidding. This thing's pretty dark. But it's very, very good. Keep it up.

[confident woman]

Man you must have really been burnt by this women. Sorry it hurt so much but I'm sure if you keep writting the pain will fade little by little