Awakening of Ann

Not everything that glimmers & glistens is gold

We all fall for some sort of trap at some point in our lives

That girl lies through her teeth

Captivating her “prey” with those alluring mesmerizing green eyes

She bats away her fluffy long lashes

She twirls her long blacker than midnight hair with her finger

Her silhouette showing ever so perfectly as she gazes out into the sleepless night

She turns and her hips start swaying towards him

She bites her lip and looks as if she’s hungry for something

She grabs him from behind & kisses his neck…

Leaving red lipstick marks on the collar of his white shirt

With a soft pull at the silky lace her gown slides off her body

Her skin glows & glistens in the dark by candlelight

Her warm color of caramel seeps into the bed

As the pale color of white follows

The moans, howls, and yelps fill the empty air

Sooner rather than later

Gasps for air are heard

The bedroom door swings wide open

A man appears with tears streaming down his face

A rose in one hand & a gun pointing at her in the other

He looks towards the frail poor excuse of a man & shoots him

Eve screams as the killer comes towards her

She glances at the man who is no longer breathing or moving

Wishing she had been shot first

Eve finally recognizes the killer as one of the many men she had seen

Before she could speak the tape went over her mouth

He decided to hit her until she went unconscious

then sliced her open through her chest

The shattered pieces of her heart fell out to his surprise

He couldn’t even imagine that she had a heart to begin with

And he collapsed with the shattered pieces & the blood smeared all over

He weeped and moaned like a child

He had murdered a lost broken soul

A soul so hurt & broken & pushed to limits beyond her understanding

A soul that began destroying herself and everyone who walked into her life

She subconsciously sought revenge for every man who had harmed her

Yet she pushed away every good soul that came her way

In fear of losing them & the feeling that she wasn’t worthy

His weeping eventually came to an end and thought he heard something in the closet

I don’t know how I had stayed so quiet this entire time until now

I had watched all this through a crack in the door

He slid the door open & saw me cornered up in a ball

The man took his bloody finger & touched my lips

Signaling to stay silent & then walked away dropping the gun

That night left me confused for the rest of my life

How can we be so cruel & cold

How is it that some of us die before we are dead

Why is that some of us have to suffer so much

Why is that some of us who are given everything end up with nothing

Yet those who are given nothing end up with everything

…

Eventually after much therapy I moved on with my life

Years later my husband came home with a lipstick stain on his shirt late one evening

I looked the other way & pretended I didn’t notice as he quickly tried to hide it

I sat on our living room couch and I went completely numb

I gave this man my heart, my body, my soul, my everything

I lived my life for the home we built & the family we created

I tried examining our marriage and tried to pinpoint what I had done wrong

When I knew I was the best wife, friend, and mother I could have been

I remembered the beautiful woman who was murdered in front me during my childhood

I wondered if he was with a similar type of woman

I knew I would never grow up to be as captivating as she was

So I consciously tried to make it up in as many other ways as I possibly could

I must have failed

I failed

Again I thought … How are we so cruel

The only reason I kept living was to experience real love & to be loved

I had played a different role in the same story

And that was the night I died before I died