Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #43: Your fiancée/fiancé murdered you to marry your enemy. You're a poltergeist or ghost in their honeymoon suite on their first night. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Interpretation of Forever
My stitches fitted your scars,
perfectly.
Under the first full moon of May,
delusional,
you kissed me and told me
"My heart is yours!"
You promised me.
Then you ripped mine,
brutally,
leaving my face with blood,
effortlessly.
How wishful of me to think
your forever is
the same as mine.
While you kiss her now,
calmly,
speaking words of love,
certainly,
the scars you left on my soul
now fit to the stitches
on your past.
Now I'm watching you,
heartless,
only my shadow hunts you,
speachless.
You feel my soul
grabbing the parts of you
that you keep hiden.
Ripping every piece,
brutally,
dancing with your fears,
effortlessly.
How wishful of you to think
that I won't haunt you
till your last breath.
And she, she was just a bonus,
lucky me.
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