The Eyes
Eyes.
His gorgeous hazel eyes.
I fell in love with them,
Every time they looked at me,
even a glare,
I felt my heart light up.
Hazel.
The color of wood,
The wood planks on our new home.
Our new home.
Cold, Creaky, old home.
In the middle of the woods,
It was always dark and cold.
Cold.
The way he treated me.
The way he talked to me when I smiled at him.
Smile.
He only ever smiled once,
At our wedding.
I was so full of love,
I didnt notice how strangely happy he was,
saying he never was happy.
Happy.
I haven't been happy in years.
He says I can't be happy and pretty.
I have to pick,
a choice that decides if he loves me.
Choice.
The choices I made.
I chose to marry a cold-hearted man,
my mother warned me,
She told me I was wrong.
Wrong.
Something was wrong,
I knew from the moment he walked in,
Big bag over his shoulder,
smiling ear to ear.
Smiling.
He walked towards the basement stairs,
Smiling.
"Stay upstairs honey!"
He yelled as he walked downstairs.
Strange.
Strange.
The way he acted after he came upstairs.
He told me he loves me,
He kissed me.
He's only ever done that at our wedding.
The only time he smiled.
Smile.
He smiled the next day as he led me downstairs,
where he had gone straight to the night before.
He tells me he has a surprise.
Surprise.
I remember my first surprise gift from him.
It was a stuffed animal and chocolates.
A surprise to show his love.
I wonder if that's what this is,
a calm, loving surprise.
Calm.
I'm not calm,
My hands are sweaty,
my heart is racing.
I'm scared.
Fear.
What raced into my body within seconds,
Seconds of seeing what he had done.
Blood.
The basement was covered in blood.
Bloody parts,
Pieces of those I love.
Scream.
I scream.
His hazel eyes stare at me confused.
He tells me it's good,
i'll always have them to visit.
Punch.
I punch and kick and scream.
I hate this man,
and his big hazel eyes.
Hazel.
The color of bark.
Bark.
The bark on the tree,
the tree I buried his Hazel eyed corpse under.
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-Katherine <3