Sour Love

She slipped through the cracked door like a serpent,
Careful as a sniper not to wake the sleeping old.
Her heart throbbed against her chest,
Puddles of sweat formed on her nose,
Yet purpose gave her the will to go on,
Will cleared her heart of guilt.
Disobedience came in handy,
Of a love that melted her heart.

She threw herself onto Brian,
Their entwined bodies engulfed by the night,
Her breathe free of fright.
Their bodies squeezed into each other,
Their flesh touched,
Their mouths kissed.
Brian was the sole owner of her heart,
Submitted to all he cared to ask for,
Of a love that melted her heart.

Under the deep blue skies they whispered promises,
Souls touched in a unique way.
He called her beautiful,
An envy of everyone,
With diamond spiced soups,
From pouts of silver and gold.
She fell for the words,
Words that echoed emptiness,
With a scent of dark blood.
She chose to ignore the bells in her head.

It has been three months now,
Her walls crampled when her calls went unanswered.
She bore the burden of an unwanted child,
A reject of society,
Her forehead engraved with failure and shame.
Tears became the language of her heart,
Guilt, fear, reject.
She drowned in wishful thoughts.

The corpse cried in silence,
Flies flew in fright,
Mourners mourned away from the sight,
The wind whispered a silent plight,
And caressed the edges of the rotting carcas.
She died a sad death,
Of a mallet stuffed into her breathe,
The foetus died before it lived.
The love died young.