Hopeless Love

My heart is trapped inside a glass box. It tries to break free with every *thump,* yet cannot shatter the confinements of solidarity. Like a bird trapped in its cage, one’s ability to love freely relies on others to break us free. For me, that woman was Jenny. The love of my life, my partner in crime, we did everything together. After receiving a massive inheritance, I realized that money could not buy me happiness. Money could not release my heart from its cage. Though I had millions, Jenny was my everything. She was my everything. Was. She had died earlier in the year from a battle with COVID-19. My everything, gone at the hands of Xi Jinping. China had taken my love from me, and I had to have revenge. My love, my everything, gone at the hands of the China Virus. My time to act was now, and China would not remain free from its crimes against love. I started with David, a young boy in the eighth grade. He and his country would not remain free from the harms against my heart. I got in my van, sure to find revenge, and promised him ice cream. He hoped in, and my plan had begun. Being known as the nicest man in the neighborhood made it easy to take kid after kid from the streets. Each and everyone was to be trapped in my basement, beaten near to death, just as the coronavirus had locked my heart away and beaten me near submission. But I will not remain caged. I looked for my next victim, Samantha, a young girl whom I was familiar with. I told her we were getting ice cream, yet brought her to the basement. Her, along with the other children, we’re humiliated, beaten, physically and mentally abused until they could not recover anymore. My heart, like these children, remains trapped, a remnant of past memories.