Collection of My Mini Works

Want, Will, Shouldn't Have

Sometimes, I just want to take a sledgehammer and break down the concrete wall I've spent so many years building around the locked treasure chest stored deep within me. Sometimes, I want to break the lock, then rip the box apart, just enough to expose my naively fragile heart. I want to see the cracks that couldn't be mended and the scars that couldn't be stitched. I want to reminisce on the wounds that time had bandaged, but never completely healed. I want my body to remember how it feels to be paralyzed by deceit, pierced by abandonment, hung by envy, and incinerated by the careless act of forgiving again and again. Then, I want to reach down and take hold of the nearly lifeless organ. I want to feel its faint beating against the palm of my hand, before my fingers wrap it in a firm and vengeful embrace. I want to feel the red stream across my fist, and watch it drip into a puddle of disappointment beneath my feet. I want to drag my tongue against my tainted flesh, and taste the blissful ignorance this heart still fights to keep. Finally, I will to turn to him. His lust filled eyes and greedy fingers will study the hollow body I stand with, and invent new methods of pleasure and satisfaction, until my skin is covered in filth, and my bones are shivering with desperation. He will hold out a sweaty palm, and I will drop my pathetically feeble heart into his empty promise. I watch his teeth sink into its vein as my body falls limp. I gasp for air as his claws dig into the unstitched scars, holding my tongue before he scowls and strikes. I fought the water that brimmed my eyes as I witnessed his true carnivorous form swallow the parts that remained untouched, but one tear escaped. He tossed the lifeless organ aside, delight tugging the corners of his lips into that unfamiliar sadistic grin. He strode to me, pulling my corpse's legs to his unclothed hips, then penetrated my last and weakest wall of defense. His thick and diseased signature filled my throat; the bitter taste of regret was as undesirable as his nature. I shouldn't have allowed my wants to turn wills so it could come to this.

Sometimes, I wish I were stronger.