When the end is imminent, and you’ve lost the last of your hope, will you utter my name?
Will we hear the sound within your paved, damp lips, skateboarding across your palate?
Will you dare to remember our story, my sweet, or will you annihilate it’s memory without a thought?
––The murder, slow and macabre, starting from the present, torturing itself into the past, dripping drops of deceit.
How does my name taste in your mouth?
Bitter, and rancid?
Dulcet, and guilty?, perhaps a little like regret.
You made sure our love ended in tragedy, Shakespeare would’ve bowed down.
My life is at it’s bitter end, and I write you my final words.
You may have done it for a reason, this i’ll never, truly know.
Your treachery hurt more than the knife’s jagged edges, to be sure.
You left me to die, without so much as a goodbye.
I guess love isn’t in the air tonight.
It took flight, with this light…
© Rocio Belinda Mendez