Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"She haunts you,"

I said to him. In response, he questioned me back. I don't know how, but I felt their tragedy then. The shameful tragedy that fell at their feet. It was years ago. It feels like it was a hundred years ago that we were caught in the storm.

Even now that she's happy and he's all alone, the damage from that one fucking storm remains all over his side of the land. And she's instilled inside him forever somehow. Then I felt their tragedy and I wished I didn't. I was reminded of a guilt that I begged to sweat out. It was consequences for him. His punishment.

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