The bottle became a bad habit that
he could not break
easily after her diamond eyes went to New Orleans.
Waiting for her to come back,
he poured drink after drink until his heart became
overly numb to the ever-present ache.
Rage set in quite often,
even more than denial.
Killing him ever so slowly, her diamond eyes were
imprinted into his mind.
Loss of sleep drove his mind deeper into
loving her and her diamond eyes.
Every letter he sent to her always made it back into his fireplace and
dug a hole deeper and wider into the middle of his chest.
Hanging in their bedroom with an empty bottle in his hand and a note
in the other, he finally could no longer see her diamond eyes.
Months later, she returned with smile on her face.
Into the house, she walked.
No one ran in and welcomed her home.
The lack of attention left her disturbed, but the stench
harboring the house disgusted her even more. Following the deathly aroma, she walked
easily into their bedroom only to be brought to her knees sobbing.
Every piece of his rotting flesh became imprinted into her soul.
Never did she get any sleep, she was too busy trying to get rid of the demons playing in her
diamond eyes.
