The girl

Lust, confusion, passion, fear. She was a master of evoking these enveloping emotions but in way that showed she had a lack of empathy for the lives she toyed with. The day was bright spring evening and the blissful breeze blew through the trees causing the winter mint green leaves to rustle. Truly it was a beautiful day, this would be over shadowed by something even more gorgeous. As I turned my head, I laid my eyes on the most beautiful creature ever created. I refer to what I saw as a creature because referring to her as a human wouldn’t do her justice. She was more than that, she was something mystic, magnificent, miraculous, and her being here is proof that a higher being of omnipotent power is capable of creating life to show that said power.

Her sent was that of a field of flourishing flowers and I instantly wanted to frolic in this field with her for days to come. Her eye we’re a warm and comforting brown, as I stared into her eyes I am suddenly frozen in awe as I swim in her eyes and each blink is like a wave crashing against the jagged edge that is my soul. Her hair was a blissful black and it mimic an abyss of bleak darkness void of any light but I had no fear there for her hair wrapped around me and kept me safe. Her lips were a luscious pink and the thought of her supple and succulent lips pressed against mine caused my heart to skip a beat.

Her voice was angelic and mesmerizing, dissonant whispers from her would bring whole armies to a standstill for no man is able to resist the song of a beautiful siren. God has spoken of angels walking among men but for me to see one in flesh is truly a blessing. The thought of her undressed in my presence puts me in a cold sweat, my thought of her in flesh is void of physical features. All that I see is an illuminating light of energy, for the breast of woman and the “flower” they hold wouldn’t be a good representation of the feminine gifts she holds. And to experience these gifts and have our energy entwine would be a miracle. The blemishes that laid upon her face we’re beautiful markings, just like the patterns of a peaceful peacock.  

We she walked towards me and whispered in my ear, I grew cold with fear, my heart was racing, the words she spoke sent me into a series of fearful and feral emotions. It’s been days since out last encounter and her words still scattered through my head like a colony of angry and agitated ants desperately trying to escape. I saw only one way to end this torture, by taking my life. I picked up that cold, unforgiving stained steel and used it to release from my endless torture of treachery. With a bang, my eyes grow big and my spirit left the empty vessel that was once my body. My emotion poured from me through the same gaping hole the glinting crimson flowed through. All this just from the words the spoken from that demonic deity. Words I hope no one will ever hear again.

                                           “El capricho del hombre es fácilmente manipulado”