just as the sun set on another gorgeous day,
she stood over the open coffin, stake and mallet
in her hand, tears streaming down her face and
her body trembling as she prepared herself
for the task at hand.
as his sleepy eyes slowly opened,
signaling the beginnings of yet another
cursed night, he smiled as he saw her –
his beloved –
standing there above him.
as she brought the stake
down to his heart,
he never tried to stop her –
never fully believing that she could really
kill him.
she struck the stake with the mallet –
a resounding, forceful blow –
and he cried out in pain – crying out again
as she continued hammering,
driving the wooden instrument deeper into his body.
with each blow, she cursed him…
cursed him for what he was;
cursed him for taking her sister…
for making her love him…
and for causing their little boy to die.
as the very core of his existence
poured from the gaping wound in his chest,
he stared at her, astounded that
she would do such a deed –
that she could kill someone she so loved.
as she walked away for the last time
with tears stinging her eyes,
his eyes closed and his cursed world finally fell silent.
the life he felt was such a curse
had finally come to a heart-wrenching end.
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