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The rain never stops.
It tears down the tops of the batten trees,
Breaking apart and destroying every last leaf.
I try and shield my eyes from the ever looming storm,
My heart breaks as I see what I’ve done.
She looks at me with those wide blue eyes,
Not blinking at all as she looks through my disguise.
Lips trembling with a disgusted fear,
She voice stutters as she asks:
‘Is that you, dear?’
Her wild, tangled hair is unbidden and free,
Like the nest of a mother bird.
Her cheeks blush bright from the vexation of the cold,
Her smooth, bare white fingers stiff,
I see her anger is barely controlled.
My heart constricts that the sound of her voice,
So frightened and cold, it breaks through the noise.
Her dripping, soiled gloves reach towards my knee,
Pleading for something invisible, something I only know.
I choose to flee.
Marinette calls out to me, she’s stumbling through the mud,
But my legs are faster, nearly tripping as I run.
I feel nothing but distress.
Thoughts swirling through mist like a jumbled mess,
It mirrors the liquid that is running down my chest.
When no voice replies to heed her storm
Of anger, indignation and scorn,
My feet slows at the sudden thought of finally being
…Alone.
It’s no pleasant thought.
My memory fogs as I try to remember,
The moment we met, the moment we were together.
She was all smiles then, a flurry of fun,
Murmuring about how she loved me;
Yet she was like a monster when we were done.
Her smiles turned to snarls,
Her laughter turned into roars,
She would always accuse me,
Our marriage had broken apart.
The reason for her pain was always me.
Me. Me. Me.
I can’t control the gasping laughter,
As it crawls out of my chest,
It’s funny that she thought the same,
Marie really does know me the best.
I’m finally ready to see her.
I finally turn around from the corner,
I’m ready to see her, I swear I’m not lying.
Marinette looks up at me expectantly,
Her rose bud mouth is smiling.
‘So you’ve done it.’ She says softly,
Laying a hand down on my chest.
Her hand is stained with red;
I think she couldn’t care less.
We’re together now.
I laugh with her as I reply,
Tears from both of us mix into an odd combination,
Of joy, anger, and pure emotion.
‘I did, I did!’ I tell her proudly, I know
Her one, most wanted wish has finally been served.
‘I want to go with you,’ I plead her hurriedly,
Gazing at her beautiful lips, I know she’s for me.
All has been forgiven, I know it’s true,
As she kisses me, we’re one in two.
No need for words, I just knew.
She lets go of me, her hands gripping the silver knife.
It’s coated in blood.
She eyes the wound that had survived the mud, smiling.
Her body slowly vanishes, as if she was never there,
And I finally take my last breath, crying.