I stood for hours waiting, waiting for you to show up. You weren’t coming. My eyes that were once fed with purity and happy endings, now starved from the emptiness that I begged you to take from me. As the hours continued to drag, I could feel the grip of gentle hands harshly pulling on my ankles. Whilst the smell of burning flesh infected my nose, the grip tightened. It was like a snake gripping onto its prey, I had been stabbed with defeat. I tried running but my feet were stuck. Is this what being held hostage feels like? Or is it all in my head? All of the memories of our time in that old greenhouse tormented my soul. It’s not going to let me go.

Torturously, the withered plants grew demonic, drowning me in venom and melancholy. This is how I was going to die. As I fell lifeless onto the ground that was made up of all of your wrongdoings, you appeared, you appeared with that twisted and sinister smile. A smile the devil envied, a smile that Hell bowed down to, but a smile that the decaying angels warned me of. 

What have you done to me?

I later laid for hours waiting, waiting for you to help me, waiting for you to show me that you had changed. You never did. 

That god awful smell of rotting flesh danced around my body, only this time I noticed, it was my rotting flesh. What have you done to me? Where did you go?

Now as I lay beneath the soil, suffocated by rage, dipped in fire, scorned by trust, and blinded by your unrequited love - I hear sweet laughter coming from a young woman. I need to help her. I need to warn her. Quickly, I try to grab her ankles, I try to save her from the monster that consumed my heart and soul. The same monster that drained the blood from me, having me wear it as his favourite lipstick. 

“Can you hear the silence?” Whispered the weeping woman below me, gripping onto my ankles.