Sparkatale

Another day she comes home
Alone
Should've gotten
Used to it by
Now
And yet it's still another
Stab
In the chest.
In the
Heart.

But in the
Night before,
There was an
Argument,
And she realized a
Decision
Must be made.
And now that
Knowledge
Threatens to tear her
Apart.
To shreds.
And he still isn't here
To care about it.

She spends the day with
Her eyes
Staring down at the
Floor

Waiting for him to
Make his dramatic
Entrance,
So she can enforce on him
This knowledge
She's had all day to
Prepare for.
Yet hours will pass
Before he
Dares to make himself
Known.

She sits in an eerie
Silence
As she contemplates
The knowledge
That runs wild in her
Head.
She knows that what she
Has discovered
Will cause a great
Tear to appear in the ground
And someone will
Fall
Through.

And she's decided
This time it
Won't
Be her.

When he finally makes
His wonderful self
Known,
He walks into an ambush
And suddenly realizes it
When she looks up
And locks her eyes
Against his.
The gaze is strong and
Will not release.

Before he can even ask
The question of
"What's wrong?"
Her dark eyes flicker
And she points him
Away.

He staggers backwards
Suddenly winded
Struck across the face
By an imaginary hand
Blasting the knowledge
Into his brain with
Merciless speed.
His wounded gaze
Stares her down
But she simply
Points him away.

He looks over his
Shoulder
At where the
Index finger directs
And spies an
Open door
Leading to the outside
World.
The knowledge strikes
Again,
And his wounded gaze
Begins to bleed.
Trembling,
She points him away.

And finally she utters
A
Single
Solitary
Word
From the corner of her
Mouth.
"Go."

The knowledge makes its
Fatal blow to his
Heart,
And with bleeding wounds
He turns away
And pushes himself
Through the darkness
Of the world that
Now awaits him.