A Cry In The Dark by Snickers
Summary: Originally, it started out as a short story, but I turned it into a poem, it seemed to make more sense.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Drama
Warnings: Blood, Character Death
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: No Word count: 503 Read: 2397 Published: Jul 08, 2004 Updated: Jul 08, 2004

1. . by Snickers

. by Snickers
A Cry in the Dark

He came every night.
And left with the dawn
His dewy footprints dancing across the lawn
His heart shadowed from her grasp.

For years, she let him come
Unable to turn him away
Every night, she watched him go
And every night, she’d force a smile and turn away

He had a life,
He had a wife
He shouldn’t have wanted her
But he did. And he had her.

She stayed away from the others
Kept the secret from her brothers
Secretly she bore the burden
Secretly she trusted that he would one day become hers

Sliver eyes glitter down at her
Startled brown eyes stared back
“Stay. Stay with me.” She’d whisper as he pulled away.
“I have a life, woman.” He’d growl back before sliding from the bed

One burden turned miracle
Another yet to come
She told him, hoping for happiness
And in return got the order to destroy it

On that final night, as he left,
She slipped from the still warm bed
And down to the kitchen
There, she drew open a drawer, ignoring the voices in her head

Clutching her razor sharp Salvation,
She stumbled back to her room.
With a shaky hand, she withdrew a piece of parchment and quill, writing a small note to Him and her brothers

She folded it carefully, lay back in bed and pulled the blade across her wrist
She watched as the crimson proof of her actions welled to the surface
Her head grew light, the room grew dark,
And with her last, dying breath, she cried out his name

He slipped up the walk the next morning,
Into the house he crept
He called her name softly, became angry when he received no answer
She had always been there, where was she tonight?
Was she with another?

Slowly, he climbed the stairs,
Still calling for the one he used
Reaching her room, he pushed open the door and stifled a horrified gasp
His mind told him to believe, yet his heart refused

As he stared at the lifeless form of her,
He spied the note and lifted it carefully
Silver eyes read it slowly
Shaking hands dropped it to the stained carpet

He turned and fled without another thought
Down the stairs, out the door
Across the grass he flew,
Fleeing from something he’d rather not

As he ran, a small piece of parchment flitted across the floor
It slipped beneath a desk, never to be read again
Except by the waiting mouths of rats and mice
Forever the door was closed,

And the note said this:

I’ve given up.
No longer can I know that to anyone but me your heart is open
I’ve carried one burden, I now carry a second
The shame is enough.
The shame of loving a man who cannot love
Never will I forgive myself for trusting you as I did.

Eternally,
Ginny