I sit while the tide rolls and listen to the pounding of the ocean.
She drowned in LakeWinter, that’s what he would be told.
She smiled to herself as she thought about the look of pain his face would posses at that moment.
He would be eaten up with guilt and regret.
She knew exactly how he would react.
His mind would replay the horrible things he said…his last words to her.
He would feel sick and tears would stream down his face.
He would hate himself, maybe even try to take his own life.
Of course he wouldn’t have the courage to succeed, the spineless jerk.
She leaned forward and felt herself slip from the dock into the icy water.
She smiled up at the moon, so beautiful and full.
Revenge was hers…she won.
She drowned in LakeWinter, she sang out as her body became submerged.
There’s no escape, no way out, the hurt and pain just build up inside like a loaded keg of dynamite next to a burning flame.
How much more am I expected to take? A life of pain, abuse and heartaches.
I had a dream that I was lost, naked in the cold.
My body was bruised and aching.
I awoke drenched in sweat, yet icy cold to the touch.
There are times I love being naked.
It was a vision that chanted symphony…
A pounding that could have drowned out a bass drum.
As the door slammed shut behind her, she wiped a hidden tear from the corner of her eye.
She thought of what used to be, the ribbons and lace…Pig tails and curls.
She went down stairs and curled onto the sofa, trying hard to concentrate on the needlepoint, snuggled under the comfort of the quilt she had made. The squares were created from scraps of childhood memories..that sweet smelling baby…the pigtailed little girl.
She heard the stereo go quiet.
She looked up to see her standing there, basked in the glow of the fireplace.
She puts down the needle work and lifts the quilt.
As she sits and cuddles and rocks, she is amazed at how perfectly she still fits.
The night has once again transformed.