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A short little story about how a guilty conscience can lead to ones death. |
Bleak and dark all the rooms look the same to you now The feeling in your stomache isn't gonna stop All hotels are the same Same design same horrible lies She can't live with herself Everytime he's away she says she at a meeting with her clients meetings turn into sex and clients turn into affairs She lies her way through her marriage 6 happy years, and she chose to lie her way through it all The sheets engulfing her body, she is never happy anymore The adrenaline is the only thing keeping her awake Knowing her husband was gonna be home tonight The ring hidden in her pocket in her pants that are on the floor It all flashes through her head. She can't do this anymore, but he pushes in deeper and she can't stop the sensation makes her heart go cold Sex isn't what it was before, Her heart is shattered for what she is doing Not another day she can live with herself For 2 months shes been going to these meetings The sensations stops she lays in bed wondering "Is this right?" She gets up and grabs her clothes and go to the bathroom Reaching in her purse she grabs the test And hopes the last couple of signs were in her head... Crying as she waits and gets her clothes back on She reminds herself of their 3 year old daughter He brings home the money and he's the best father The test is done.. she looks down... she's pregnant. She breaks the mirror and slits her wrists and bleeds to death With her last bleak moments in life She writes "I'm sorry" in her own blood Her husband was never aware.. still in love with her as much as he was maybe even more.. she was lying behind his back and couldn't live with herself |