a note of his flute
Sanguine, soothing, simple
a lone note riven lonely hearts
silhouettes swaying like wane shadows
drums rippling beyond vaulted dome
everyone holding everyone in the room
the night was right, the moment was ripe
he’ll take them high one last time
and curtains will fall upon the scarlet stage
Envy.
My heart sank with each blaring flaw my eyes widened upon in the mirror. I sucked in my stubborn pouch, righted my posture, pulled my hair up and immediately threw it back down. An elderly woman came out of one of the bathroom stalls. I jumped back to washing my hands and kept my eyes down from her judgement and my own.
Remember the positive thinking. We are each beautiful in our different ways, and those very differences are effortlessly and intrinsically beautiful unto themselves. Happy and healthy is the goal—not faux, magazine perfection. My self-worth is separate from my outward appearance. I am worthy of life’s wonderful things without gracing Vogue.
The door swung open as I dried my hands. A tall, thin woman entered, hair as long as her legs—the ideal that I so vehemently tried to convince myself doesn’t exist outside the airbrush radius of Hollywood. No. It just didn’t exist for me. That’s okay. Hatred plumed in my chest, for the swell of her breasts and for the modest slope of mine. She smiled her straight, bleached teeth at me. Great, stunning and polite. Bitch.
I gave her a tight-lipped semblance of a smile. Breathe. She’s beautiful in her way, and I’m beautiful in mine. It must be nice to own that type of beauty, though. The kind that stops traffic. The kind that assures you that passersby are gawking at your Grecian-statue face and not at a potential misfortune hanging out of your nose. Stop—confidence is chosen. It can be mine. It is mine. I’m stronger than this. I am—that bitch has the purse I wanted.
IRE.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Edfiu
His ex~fiancé wasn’t glad ’bout
The way things had come to an end
She called her voodoo priestess, Chemwanzi, who worked her dark magic...
Mr. Edfiu, had completed his work-
And was driving back to the hotel.
When he glanced in all the car mirrors, he spotted a set of blazing eyes.
This made him to jerk his car, it started to slide on the road.
He slammed on his brakes
The car came to an abrupt halt...
He thought he had seen a person crossing the road,
His vision was failing him.
He got back in the car
& noticed the windows~
A sheet of ice, spread all across the windows. The car felt like the Antarctic, below zero.
He started to tremble from the coldness, the car froze up with each passing moment. Mr. Edfiu tried his best to not rush on the road. Then when he looked to the passenger seat- what he had been seeing was now seated right beside him.
He lost control of the car, and was off the road. Went over the side, and into a ditch. He woke up after a long while, dazed. But~ he wasn’t in his car anymore, or his own body. The thing he saw had taken over his body. And it smiled at him. Then vanished. He only heard a trail of laughter, the cackle soon faded once he, too, started to disappear.
Mr. Edfiu heard a voice calling him. It sounded like his ex-fiancé. He knew she was capable of doing anything. Now this current state of his, he failed to even believe just happened. All because she couldn’t handle a break-up. Well, he had cheated on her, as well. If only he had come clean, and not tried to have her taken care of—maybe he would still be alive. It was too late to apologize! His ex smiled and clapped her hands. Mr. Edfiu had toyed with her emotions, heart and life. Now, she was glad that he had paid the price. She should have tried to forgive him. But the flames of her anger had been brought to life, and once started they were hard to extinguish.
#IRE.