7/27/2019 P.O.P-Lucie Roth

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7/27/2019 P.O.P-Lucie Roth

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For MY moment.

He is oblivious.

I watch the fire burn in his eyes, hear the screams of agony and betrayal that beat at me from

inside my head yet I remain unblinkingly still and allow my mind to bathe in the imaginingsof a different time-if only there ever was one. I flick the crusted red soil from beneath my

fingernails onto stone beneath my feet. I wanted to walk away, to forget this war, but how

can you, when he does not leave. HE who, as the sun set over his victims, would read stories

of hideous crimes that would entail a mass murder within a flower garden or a peaceful

euthanasia based tale of a man and his love for his dying wife and call them horrendous- a

hypocrit is what he is. Although I cannot say I hate him, for the flower garden within the

story was not well maintained and the dying wife had revealed to her dedicated husband that

during the first 2 years of their marriage she had doubted him, which led to him beating her,

and then her beginning to die. I do pity him, this man stood across from me, with the guilt

ridden set of his hand and the heat of madness flaring from his eyes.How I wish for that.

For madness.

He will return what is mine.

He can have his madness, that will consume him. I cannot stand the peaceful set of his

grimace, the sweet sadness of his eye, the other of which is alert as a deer caught in the

headlights.

He holds too much passion for who he is.

I will return to who I was. I will return to the silence and the heated colours of the sunset,

stained blood red with the day's consequences. He will leave this place, empty handed and

solitary, left to the monsters of the night.

He is obsessed with the night.

They were never alone; always a part of one another. Each prying the agony, the staring

eyes of betrayal and the madness from the others fingertips.

They were one.

A single possesion.

Passion, Obsession; Posession.

'It fills us, we arrange it. It breaks down.

We rearrange it, then break down ourselves...'