Jubilant cries of Melancholy,

Just a little something I wrote. Not dedicated to anybody. It's fiction anyway.

Let my blood sink  in your skin and into your insides. Feel the pain as the acid burns your skin exposing your flesh. Let me strangle your mind with my lies. I have your dirty soul in my clutches. Let me move you like a puppet. Your life in motion like the art of puppetry. Don't be tricked by my decent face. For it is a facade that masks all the agonizing evil muffled within me. No words can be used to describe my never-ever ending hatred for you. Come on baby, run. Go run. Run so fast, just fucking run until the world flips upside down and you fall out. Let me see you struggle. Let my fingernails slide deep inside your red, juicy flesh and let me hear you scream. Let the high-pitched voice break all the glass surrounding you. Like how you shattered me into pieces. 

Fuck. Why can't I just cry like a wimp? Just like those other times. I would cry like tomorrow would never come. That was how crushed I was. Now honey, feel the misery inside. How you stabbed me from the back and choke me by forcing words to come out of my mouth without sincerity. Words I don't mean uttered across the room. How hurt i was when it occurred. Like a voodoo doll being pierced a million times. Gradually, after piercing it a few more times, it becomes a bore and then  it gets abandoned. Just left alone, like it's existence never had any importance. 

People say I should be a little more optimistic. But tell me, seriously, what is there to be ecstatic about? Let me crack my brain and think of one bloody good reason. Think and think and think. Just like how I wouldn't stop thinking why you left me. Oh even if my brain was to explode, would you even bother to look. You're so fucking important that it's not even worthy of your glimpse right? You fucking dick. 

At least these deep wounds in my heart decreases random palpitations. How i suffered each time you open and widen those wounds which you do over and over again like a broken cassette being played repeatedly. Let these deep, hurting wounds be a memoir of you. So whenever i glance over these scars images of you would conjure. Reminiscing the past while getting sucked in by the littlest details  on what happened before I became the wife of Invisible Man. 

Words are flooding my brain. Images start appearing. No words can penetrate into my head though. I can't think, and I can't stop thinking. I feel like I'm choking on my own brain. Absurd isn't it? 

Now, here I lay beside you. My bleeding hands trickling down your face. Oh how beautiful your sly eyes are glistening in the moonlight. As wide and round as marbles. Like those marbles i choked down your throat. My blood-stained fingers tracing down your face like a messed-up doodle. My index finger touched your lips which million lies have been said and that pale, dried strawberry pink lips that made me fall deeply in love with you. So deep it hurts to let you go. 

Now my fingers run to your chest, trailing warm blood along. Your chest, a place where my head would rest. Where I listened to the musical beat of your heart. I love reminiscing on the moments where the world just spins while my eyes and yours are staring at each other, eyes glued and would never glance away. Now let my palm rest on your chest as your last few heartbeats take place. I counted. All together seventeen, the last was heart-rending. So, painful it tore me apart. Hoping, wishing your heart would palpitate just once more. For I wanted to feel your breath just one more time. The sweet warmth that tickles my skin. 

Now as i dig my hands into your chest, i took out your heart. The thought of you leaving me was more painful than I thought. The agony was beyond something i can comprehend. Let your guts spill all over and let me bathe in your blood. I doubt i can even bear to hurt you. So, let me fix you up. Let all these staples pierce your skin together. And now that you're all fixed up, I'm going to kiss your forehead goodbye with your heart in my hands. Let me cringe your heart like a raisin. As i stand next to your body, the staples and glass splinters crunch under my bare feet. I love you.

Now isn't this fun?