Thing of play

When all doors seem to flood in with a pestilence stricken infectious aura of sadness and you think was it meant for me?

You don't have anyone to turn to,you will scream,call out to someone but all you would get are empty silence with the voice that you hear is of your own echo.A hollow embrace like a projected hologram mocking at you.The shadow marked on the wall would be the one eating away your own soul.

Nothing matters in this mean world does it?

No one cares for you like you are them and not someone else.When you find something happening like this know that it is the you under hypnotism and only getting out of it would be on hearing the sound of a snap and you will come rolling down the hill with a unavoidable thud.
They would tell you in their own diplomatic way that I am there for you just so that they don't loose their worth in your life that they may need you someday withering away in the stagnant claws of grief,for their hunger and thirst they know can be sufficed just by you.
She also had a day like that in her life when she was told that she meant something much more than she thought and then what happened?He ignored her like she was never owned, like she was some kind of rag doll they took to play with for passing time when with no option.Yes! She succumbed to that mellifluous i am one of your own talking hypnotist.When she woke up with the snap she found herself in a dark suffocating bottomless abyss where she continued to slide down more and more.What a unlucky bastard! she didn't even have the assurance of unavoidable thud.Till she encountered it she had to do with her guidance of feelings which were deteriorating second by second.
Prince charming and his conquest to find his maiden has long ago vanished in the folktales and fables of yesteryear.Now you will see him hunting for a temporary acquaintance,a mistress who would tend to him for sometime or rather the time allotted by himself for pleasure with the whore(to him) and then he will kick her out of his way and burn the memory of her in the air like that time period never existed.Promiscuity would be a word only associated to her and for him it just didn't work out.He will go on till he succumbs one day to her flawless dreamed girl.
Love by him would be poetry with skilled heart rendering words to woo the mistresses.With the devastating hunger for pleasure leaving behind debris of broken hearts and shattered emotions.
Devouring your skin,leaving marks with the precision of a beast in frenzy.He will light the flame of devotion in you to be solely his.
She still cries herself each night to sleep by the lamp with closed eyes and as a ritual every time a  prayer escapes those once pink lips now turned pale blue for him to be well,content and happy in life wherever he resides.
Hurt in her life had the very essence that pleasure carried in his world.Tormented her world lays crumbling in front of her and she doesn't know what to reply when the mirror asks her was it i?

The cold of winters melted with warmth of the bodies.

But who knew the spring had different plans!

Realization perched upon her parted lips,

when she saw all the crushed roses,lavender and lilies..

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