8/4/2019 Manchurian Bride Redemption

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A life once lost to imagination now begs for the stablility to stagger back for

more.... Incentive grows weak as the mind degenerates in its haste to forget

to remember the unforgettable... What were once the fireworks that

brightened the dreary, yet pleasing night sky for seconds at a time in sets of

two, are now the falling stars that come cascading down to earth with an

intent so cruel they burn out and turn to ash before the motive is even setforth.... Childs play turned to criminal genius with no more remorse than the

pain felt when a fresh nicotine laced needle breaks the skin.... The victim

plays the martyr to the world that noone sees yet in the open portrays the

static content of a mother to her newborn..... Green eyes gone grey in a blink

and a half.... And with new sight comes new realization of blindness and with

blindness comes the clarity that was always screaming for

acknowledgement..... Terminology and ink are everything that makes up this

nothing.... When the final words are spoken the eternal question has its

induction into sainthood with the prerequisite of the entire audience under

the misconception of honesty.... "I do".... "Do I?"...... "Will I ever?".... With the

first swapping of marrital saliva comes the first finger to snap on the hand of

four when five is the customary number... With the first raised voice comes

the first piece to the puzzle of infinite pieces thats missing that most

important piece.... And with the first spill of blood comes the first amnesia of

the mind that will never forget it because it only opens its eyes to no more

than a blurred squint for seven seconds.... Even when it takes but one of a

full gaze to see the impossiblities staring back with a smile so rigid its

depressing..... "Now I lay me down to sleep....... I pray the Lord, my soul to

take."..... As the pain increases and the light burns brighter..... The rest just

seems unnecessary.... Eyes fixated on the unstoppable, a tear forms and

makes its way to the lips that were always one breath behind and apassionate kiss too late..... The feet that were always too numb to walk now

drag behind a seemingly weightless entity whos true name was always

unknown to her.... With the first rational breath comes the frosbite of a

regretfully cold breeze... The feeling returns just long enough for the pain to

be felt in full and the folly to be forced beyond the faultline.... With the first

unhindered step the ground below feels inexistant as the air around her gains

speed.... Then... The world stops.... The eyes focus... Then close..... The

numbness returns.... The silence turns to the sorrowful screeching of tires

and ominous screams of sirens that began seconds ago when the pain has

been over for minutes.....

"As I walk through the valley of the Shadow Of Death...... I pray the Lord, my

soul to take......"

~9/12/06~