The blue and red police lights shown
through the window
and illuminated Edward’s body.
The blue tint of his face blended
with the blue tint of the strobing lights.
The ambulance too – as if they
had a chance
Edward’s body – the thing that
his mother was holding was the second death that night
His mother refused to leave his
side
Her tears flowed down her face
“Mom” was an angel, but her
face was twisted and contorted
“Mom” was mad with grief, and
confusion
Eddy.
Eddy. Eddy. The echo haunted the house.
Her soul was bleeding on the
inside
Two men died that night
One murder, and one suicide
The black widow used to touch
his body in all the right places
But, she didn’t touch his body
when she killed him
She stabbed him right in the
soul
She ripped his heart out with
her mandibles.
The black widow wore a little
black dress with a red bow which resembled an hour glass
The moment he met her his time
was limited. The sand in his hour glass began to fall to the second chamber
He became another one of her
victims – devoured whole before he even knew what was coming
The man was no angel, nor did
he fall like one
He fell ungracefully from the
top of the building
The CIA would be envious of the
efficiency of her kill
Seventeen – she killed him with
seventeen words which also happened to be their shared age
“I never loved you. That’s why
I cheated on you. No one could ever love
you Edward”
In that moment her façade fell.
He saw her for who she really was. He sacrificed his best friends for a
monster. A black widow dressed in a human’s body.
“Fuck you” was all he could say
in self-defense
He couldn’t touch her perfect
body. He couldn’t touch her rotten soul.
He ran away from the predator
that viewed his heart as a delicacy, and his soul as a desert
He ran away as far as he could,
as fast as he could
But, he had already been
fatally injured
His soul had been stabbed
His heart had been ripped out
The pain was overwhelming
He couldn’t run anymore
He was dead – she killed him
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Chance Preshia
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
