My Heart. My Flesh

Good morning my heart

Your bedridden hair tickles my nose and wakes me up from my terror. Your sweet sweet scent fills my head like the essence of nicotine catches the smoker's attention. I reach for your hand, noticing the wedding ring your husband had gotten you. Cheap.
      "Good morning my heart," i whisper into your delicate ear as you sleep.
You refuse to awaken. I rise and gather our clothes and throw them in the dryer to de-wrinkle and begin my routine. I take a quick and cold shower, the apartment is always so hot. Your perfume clings to me, even after, just as you once did. I brush my teeth and hair, both could be in better condition frankly, but you said you loved my smile as you played with my scalp, so what more do I need.
    It's breakfast time now, and you still lay there. It was a rough night. I cook your favorite, breakfast in bed. The wofting smells dance throughout the apartment's small interior. Yet you refuse to awaken. I lay the tray on the nightstand for you.
"Wake up."
I lower your blanket again and gaze longingly into your glazed over eyes, where your soul once resided. I wasn't myself last night, and you left me. Now you're gone. Why did you leave me? I caress your gaunt cheek as the screams outside get louder and louder. The house gets hotter and hotter. Their hands paw and the window. Oh how I miss your voice. I place my hand on the slash that kept you from calling me those hurtful words. Oh how I miss YOU. My finger glides down your chest where I took a rather ironic route of justice after you threw MY heart away. I suppose I figured it was only fair that I crushed yours. The howls of agony outside grow closer.
I won't say I don't deserve this fate, for that would be lying. But to say that I hold no regret in my heart would be just as false. I walk back to the drier for our clothes. I fold your dress and place it upon the dresser.
They are no longer screaming. They are inside. They breathe the sulfuric scented air that I breathe. Your perfume has faded. They observe my evil.
   Though you may hesitate to believe it, I did love you. You were my flesh. You were my heart. If there were any silver lining at the end of it all, it would be although it may be a skewed image made to represent my sinful deed, you are a pleasant sight, in this deep deep ring of hell.