The Flames of Betrayal

       Nearing the end, I felt a change in you. I saw the way you through me. You made me breakfast the morning I died. A plate of pancakes, and bacon. A cup of creamy coffee topped with liquid death. I went to sleep and floated above my lifeless being. I saw you carry my body to the basement and pour cement into the floor. My cold face sunk into the grey tomb. In time I watched you let in a new lover. Natalie. When I lived, I avoided her. She was beautiful, but a plague of a human being. I realized now that it must have been in those last damp, cold months that you turned to her for warmth. While I was at work, or watching my sister's kids, you were in her arms. I am angry. I am growing stronger in death than I ever was in life. And here we are in your hotel room. 

      The wedding was beautiful, I am glad I gained enough strength beforehand to push the cake over. The icing on the grey floor was like the cement encasing my poisoned vessel. It upset me, but it was worth it to see Natalie's stone face break into panicked tears. Now here we are. You're both drunk and you left the lighter on the counter. Once the flames have eaten through your bones, I will drift on in hatred away from this nightmare.