had been betrayed as
your eyes caught his wandering
arms around the other woman's
waist - the same arms
that would gently embrace
you while you slept.
The same eyes that once spoke truth
were now staring into someone else's.
True, there had been some warning signs
along the way.
He had casually let words
perform their daily executions.
But you thought (and hoped),
things would change for the better.
But now...
You felt the rage
slowly consuming you,
like the way a piece of paper
would dissipate when
held over flames.
You could almost feel
the contortions of your insides,
as though they're part of the
performance in a diabolical
version of cirque du soleil.
You hid yourself away for months
and prayed to emerge like a butterfly
from a cocoon.
But you never did.
On nights when it got unbearably cold
and lonely,
you'd take walks by the beach
and enjoy the sensation of the sands
between your toes,
and wondering how it would
feel like
to be smothered
by them.
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