My tender heart aches for a beat, anything that will engage my mind with my flaccid body. I was weak. I was pathetic. That’s what he maliciously murmured into my mourning soul. Like a menacing thorn penetrating the soft velvet of a baby’s skin, my heart tore into two. I grip onto sweet memories as if without them I would surely dissolve, like our vanished love. My distended face wears the imprint of his formidable hands, hands that I once yearned for. I cling to what was. Blood trickles from my shattered nose. I naively question, was this love? Like a malevolent serpent, his words coil around my spirit, they contort my heart and venomously contaminate my core. Did I not love him enough? Clutching to the harmonious sound of his lyrical laughter I let it ooze into the pores of my raw heart. Like a poison, love murders.