Thou Hath Fallen

Woes of Passion~9

The sun shone still on the deserving and undeserving.Mister wind was soft and caring on this particular day.The offerings had been bountiful and the Whites were all smiles and glowing.Mary was humming while cooking and John was reading the day's paper.
A perfect family.An almost perfect family.

He loved his wife to a fault and she loved to control him.It was her hobby-her distraction from what they had done.
Anyway,It had to be done.They restlessly worked for the good of those they shepherded.A lie could be dressed and taught to talk and walk like truth but that changed not its rotten roots.Then again,a lie could set in,put up its tent and before one realized,it would change to the only truth one would ever know until...

Mary did set the table,two plates on a white antique dining table.She called him to have his lunch.He did come and they ate silently.No giggles,no scolding, no snorts just two people who were too refined to accept that they missed rather craved a child's presence.Danny did make them forget to an extent but he belonged to them not.

A man who forgot how the gallows of his wife felt like.A woman too self righteous to indulge.He knew another who rode him on
throes that were forbidden.She craved it no more.The very words describing it would make her cringe.The husband-what a pitiable sight.The wife-what monstrosity.
Two thirsty hawks.How perfect.A very happy union theirs was!

"They will discharge him soon."He said as he thrusted a forkful of the salsa salad.Hopefully,it would save him from talking for a few needed seconds.

"You don't think I know that John."She played with her food as she talked.

"Then what darling?"

"We do nothing.No one knows about him.Our son died John! We have a grave to show that for Pete's sake."

"What if he comes in search for us?"

"John repeat after me...we know no son."

"But....."

Her gaze almost hypnotic made him say the treacherous words.

"We know no son."

The cord loose
The chains stronger
Frail turn chainmail
As woes rejoice
At their new catch

The food turned bitter as the silence grew thicker.Neither could stand each other but their image is what bound them to each other.They slept in the same room just to be safe from prying eyes of neighbors.One could never be too safe.

Guilt kills.It could situate itself so deep into one's soul and then eat at it so greedily.It could slurp so loudly while drinking from it that one would either relinquish its power or give in to it's piercing  teeth.John White was a man whose guilt was his form of punishment.He had worry lines and his stance though practiced reeked of a defeated man.
He could blame his wife and be done with it but he knew that he was to be blamed as much.

Capes drop
Ropes hang
Knives stab
And Guilt eats

Grabbing his coat and ensuring he had a couple of notes on him he went in search for her.She had him on a leash and he knew it and as a loyal dog he drove a couple of miles to where his escort stayed.
She made him feel important though for his money and he minded not.All he could think of was her enchanting smile,her petite frame and how she smelt of daisies and lilies.With her,he had sank too deep and truthfully he minded not if he drowned but of course his wife did!

The wife wanted them to stay up but when the water turned to magma,did it really make any difference if you drowned or stayed afloat.

He did ride the waves  Dalia gave him and how he growled in delight when she screamed out his name.It would be over soon but before then John White climbed upon the brilliant ladder as his whole being raced on.Sated,he did get his release but sadly guilt only grabbed a hold of him more.

Dalia's bossom did not look as appealing as it had when he grabbed at it.She did not look like the dazzling Fae creature he had Imagined.She was just Dalia.Too much make up,a pointy nose, and eyes that held trained care.White felt disgusted but she smiled as if knowing despite his resolve,he would crawl back in search for his little Fae.

"That was.....intense."He said as he struggled to zip his pants.

She smiled and thought 'what a sick man'

She would wash up ,settle in and wait for her next client.To her it was business;no harm done.To them  it was a bottomless pit that grew tighter and more inviting-pun intended.

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