Looking back on her self conscious past, her eyes behold the truth of her childhood days when she was brutally abused not only by words. The physical endurance she had to obtain herself. The loneliness of her dark demented life threatened her within herself as if cutting off the last breath she once thought she had. He as her only way out, she looked upon his gentle touch to get her past the despair she desperately yearned for.
She felt something so strong in him that no other human being had ever contemplated themselves into thinking. She felt so in control as to say nothing would be able to bring her down. Until, he brought her down, leaving her soul so empty and cold, everything she loved about him quickly shot through like a thousand knives pierced and shattered her heart, while hearing her silent screams reverberating through his mind. He gave up on her, he forgot the person he once fell in love with. He was everything she lived for. To her he was no more. He took away her one reason to live. She tightly gripped the knife as she permanently diminished all of her wantings. The world cries at the sound of her voice. Her memory will be forever embedded in the mind of the one that mordantly abused her with all she could handle.
Tara Lynn Landtroop
April 10, 2003