Bel esprit

Another repeat, over and over and over again. Her heart feels beaten and bruised, she looks it too. After being personally intruded in a matter of embarrassment and shame, he leaves her. She’s trapped in a small, suffocating room and hears the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door.

Captured like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. Too tired to cry herself to sleep, she curls up in a fetal position and notices the only piece of innocence left - a lifeless teddy bear and its cold eyes staring right back.

You are surely sleeping now, and I genuinely hope your dreams consist of nothing but sweetness. Let your mind drift, closing off every link you have with the vixen you find oh, so beautiful. Think of me, mending your broken heart as usual, and I assure the same blood-pumping organ will have brand new bandages over those deep infections. Don’t worry, they’re slowly healing.