Reliving the same moment in time
The day she truly lost her mind
With all that is wrong
He is the only right thing
The only perfection
His mind a labyrinth
Tortured by hope and possibility
If he walked by and you caught a whiff
of his scent, you are blessed.
If he glances in your direction for a mere second, your heart would leap.
Bind me. Take the whip to my flesh.
I will not recover from these lashings.
Not a soul weeps for me.
Take the heated rod to my breasts.
The smell of true love burning fills the air like incense.
I can hardly breathe.
Suffocating in my own sin.
My beautiful sin.
The sin of loving another.