“You are a piece of work”
She purred, taking a long sophisticated drag from her cigar
Her flowing silk dress scintillating under the pale gray moon
Her long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, sending out passionate sparks
Her every word was soft and as delicate as a spider thread
Weaving a beautiful intricate web
He adored her so, and so did she
They both thought this moment was meant to last
And they shared their first sentiments on the peaceful beach
The cool air whistling and the shiny waves peacefully washing over the sand.
~*~
“I was mistaken”
She spat out, absently throwing a cigarette butt away
Her filthy ragged dress as dark as the empty night skies
Her angry eyes filled with tears and smudged with mascara, sending out sparks of hate
Her every word was harsh and as sharp as a glinting knife
Digging into his chest deep
He abhorred her so, and so did she
They both knew that this moment will be their last
And they said their last goodbyes in that dark, chaotic beach
The biting air screeching and the murky volatile waves angrily crashing on the sand
.
“…You are a piece of work that was never meant to be created.”
A Lost Painting