Buyer’s remorse

The sound of rain strums against their haven from the warmth of rest.

The soft purrs of a partner’s breath, stirred inside crevices upturned.

 

Silhouettes of couples’ remorse crept in, like a virus latched to its host.

Frozen in time, to the day a path turned divide

The air grew thicker, yet somehow familiar.

 

The familiarity of an embrace  suddenly turned to a stone-like vice grip.

It wasn’t this soul, but the tone it presented.

 

Prickled skin of sporadic convulsions

The iceberg of problems

Its aura wavered between black and deep blue.

 

Fear hovered over them

Like the moth to the flame.

 

Bodies of mush solidified

To the capacity of cracks, scrapes, and ash.

Hid underneath the surface of the craftsman’s handy work.

 

From one creative to another

This pursuit is beyond reproach.

The hand that scorched me

Sleep has yet to sink in.
My mind angry and slowly unraveling.
Subconsciously all I want to hear is that everything will be alright—
Of course I’m far too proud to utter the words aloud.
I was starting to get to the acceptance stage and my mind began to find peace only to be placed in shackles and my heart set on fire with my pleads.
“Was I in shock?,” you asked?
A part of me, yes, while the other felt the pain before the flames hit.
I could smell the flesh quickly burning and my body withering away to nothing.
One look at you and the flames were gone, but the pain very much so apparent.
A pain no one could possibly feel, but me.