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The Devil Wore An Angel's Beauty
Dressed the purest white, evoking images of fragile virginity,
clean, chaste and untouched; an angel with gossamer wings.
My ideal image of perfection, Asian doll I once knew and loved,
morphed princess demon-goddess, whom I sacrificed everything.
Easily deceived, I was disarmed by exquisite, hypnotic beauty
stunning and mesmerizing; but, perilous danger I couldn't see.
Wish I'd known from jump to run; instead I blushed at her smile.
Inert feet of iron and steel, said my mind; she approached me.
I was smitten, living two happy years with her, love of my life.
Knowing only how it felt to me; nothing of the dirt under the rug
Through new exotic pleasures, all my fantasies were fulfilled;
strongly addicted to the loving, her insatiable lust was my drug,
I can neither pinpoint nor measure, the what, when, how or why
kisses became smooches, or the onset of affection's demise.
only the memory of waking one day to icy cold chill in our bed,
the day angel's love turned devil's brood, much to my surprise.
Consumed by a fear I could neither name nor describe,
or find cause or reason for researching solution or cure.
afraid to ask or talk, fearing she didn't love me anymore;
terrified to ask and hear the truth; and know reality for sure.
All too aware that she shrank far away from my every touch,
but, thought if I did not to push; maybe my angel would return.
Throughout the day I pondered: what could I do or buy for her;
or words to say; my soul tormented by dread and concern.
Begging, groveling and pleading would help IF she still cared,
She had drained me of material things, I’d nothing left to give.
Long stripped of pride and self-worth left me broken and weak.
Left work early; to let her know without her, I couldn’t live.
Both my car and heart raced, tires screeched into our drive;
waved to neighbor,(moving van?) call later, goodbye via phone.
Strong need to hold her and be held, burned a path to the door.
All hope for renewed love died, both she and neighbor had gone.
Authentic Short Story in Green Prose
Verdant Kiss, 2004
(All rights reserved by ddmEnt)
Published 11th Jun 2015
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11th Jun 2015 1:53pm
11th Jun 2015 2:56pm
Hello, Tea. I'm always excited meeting new friends!
Thanks for reading my piece and liking it. The fact that evoked an emotional response from you means I must have done something right. Being a fellow writer/poet, the know the aim is to paint a feeling your reader can share.
Hope to see you in my aura again, soon.
Green
btw, I write "feel good" pieces, too. In my profile you'll find a link. Please visit me there, and leave an "applause" to let me know.
G
Thanks for reading my piece and liking it. The fact that evoked an emotional response from you means I must have done something right. Being a fellow writer/poet, the know the aim is to paint a feeling your reader can share.
Hope to see you in my aura again, soon.
Green
btw, I write "feel good" pieces, too. In my profile you'll find a link. Please visit me there, and leave an "applause" to let me know.
G
11th Jun 2015 3:08pm
Um. Heartfelt write. The worst kind of pain is that from someone you knew well, like a best friend or neighbor. It's a double-whammy to the fragility of trust. I think it was Margaret Thatcher who said, "There's a special place in hell for women who hurt other women."
I couldn't agree more.
I couldn't agree more.
When it comes to truth-speak, nobody does it better than you, my good friend!
Thanks for reading.
Green
Thanks for reading.
Green
