It’s dark ripples flowing down, slender handles, soft material wrapping all throughout. Specks dark throughout; carvings uniquely embroidered in. Light coloring and fluttering as a mask.

O dear, O dear!

This is my love indeed.

Her dark flowing hair, slender hands, soft skin. Her moles as if they were stars; uniquely hers. Light surrounding her all being.

O pain, O pain,

Please stop this muse.

Please stop this pain I feel!

Every glance, every feel, my body goes numb.

Unexplainable, irresistable pain shudders through my whole being.

Every night, I slowly inch away from her resting body but inevitably, she returns with her lengthy arms wrapping around me, tightening around me.

God, may she strangle me.

May God and her strangle me with her sharp, prickly, soft, ever so lovely hands.

Death relaxes my pounding heart.

Her being tightens around my heart, quirvering and shaking like scared prey.

O Dear,

You are the prettiest torture device man has created.

But I know how to reach a haven.

I know how to desert you.

I may act despicably,

But can’t you excuse me?

I simply must follow instinct: survival.

Distance.

Neglect.

And distance.

And distance once more.

And leave in silence.

Peaceful, challenging, easy, painful,

That was my escape.