Dark inside not outside
He swore his intentions were good.
He swore to God
Noone swears to God
unless they were absolutely serious
but he did
and he wasnt
That’s when he did it
He held her waist,
Like a lover would
It would seem fit to say he wasnt,
but he was.
He breathed her in
Every bit of her,
He breathed her in for the last time
And as gently and smoothly as ever
He drew the goldplaited dagger,
and with no emotion
he connected her unscarred hourglass figure with the dagger
A reunion. Finally.
With a sigh from him and a final gasp from her,
He yelled out
”Mamma, see what you’ve made me,
like you, I killed the one I love. The only one.
But now I know,
Now i know why you never killed me.”
With that, tears spilt on to bloodstained sheets,
As he lay beside her for the last time.