Saturday, October 07, 2006 / 2:57 AM
This is part of one of the compo and poem that i have been working on. But i find it quite hard to complete. Plus i didnt have the time to yet. Its placed respectively.
"Quick! Get into the closet! No questions! Hurry!" Hissed Drake suddenly when the doorbell rang.
"Don’t be absurd! And it's not a closet, it's a walk…" But before I could finish my comeback he shoved me into the 'closet'.
I was crouched down in the corner near the back of my walk-in. "It's getting rather stuffy in the closet, what is he up to out there?" I thought to myself while fiddling with a forgotten Armani blouse that was falling off a heap of clothing.
The walk-in had clothes hanging from every available place. Belonging to both Drake and I. But mostly mine. Shoes, ties, handbags and many other accessories were lying all about the floor. I picked up a Prada handbag I got from my parents for my twenty-third birthday, it was the latest birthday I had and haven't seen my parents since. I just realized that I have not even looked at the bag twice since I got it. A pang of guilt swipped over me as I remembered them, they were loving and doting parents.
"Arghhhh!" I woke up from my thoughts. My mind adjusting to reality. What was that? It sounded muffled, it sounded like it came from the living room, and it sounded like Drake! I rushed, struggling to get out with all the clothes lying around obstructing my way. I ran out of the room.
At that moment, I felt all the blood drained from my face. My hands were frozen numb. I felt my heart stop beating. The sound of my husband falling to the carpet leaking a pool of blood. Slowly, bit-by-bit, it swallowed my entire stability of mind.
"I just want him back," I wearily replied an officer at the station. They found me, soaked in his blood about half an hour after he was murdered. The neighbours had called the police when they heard shouts. The sirens and ambulance came crashing into the scene. They had to practically tear me away from his body.
Just remember that this is incomplete.
The horror, it struck me,
When I realized what it was.
It's torn me and twisted me, inside out,
I'll never trust again.
Betrayed, I thought it was love.
He showered me with it.
But deep inside his soul,
It was the devil playing around.
It hurt, he tied me up.
Planning to never let me go.
He saw in mine, the fear and strife.
While in his I saw his cravings.
This one is incomplete too.
Don't think that i'm phyco or anything alright?
It's just an expression of myself..
I think.