Poison

 I sit with the body staring into her lifeless eyes elegantly shadowed purple. Her robes ripple gently in the midnight draft wafting through the window I forgot to close. Her sniper rifle set up is still pointed towards that poor girl's body across the highway: a jellyfish in her sand sea. I turn back to my beloved and notice that her head is perfectly framed within her pool of wax letter seal red blood. Her ink-black hair spells out incomprehensible pain for those looking on at this solemn moment. "Oh, Andrea, " I choke out and fall to my knees. I sob so hard my body convulses, and I begin to vomit, though I am careful not to disturb Andrea's rest with my sickness. I stumble to my feet and strip off my shirt to wipe my mouth and use it to clean up my mess. 

     I wake up a couple of hours later in a puddle of my own drool ravenous. I must have passed out after all that vomiting and emotional labor. A glass dish of red fruit catches my eye, and I almost break down into a sobbing mess again. Minhney always did so love her cherries. I crawl over to them quickly and scarf them down, practically swallowing them whole until before I know it, there is nothing left but a madman's reflection in the bowl. I fling the dish across the room- not being able to bear the sight of myself." How could I do this to you?", I whispered horrified. "I-I didn't mean to..," I cry desperately, trying to beg her forgiveness. A voice to the left of me reminds me of the jellyfish drying out in the sand. "You are completely justified in your actions," It croons to me, assuaging my guilt. " I could have just reported her to the police.. o-or something!" I roar at the complacent idiot in my ear. I cannot just sit here any longer. I rush out of the room without direction, just knowing that I must move- my vision blurs, and I crack my head on the polished marble, only worsening my intense head pangs.

"Andreaaaaa," I scream and whimper, crawling over to her weakly, " Andrea, please. Please stop this. I am so sorry for what I have done. I can't bear to have upset you so," I whisper, tears falling onto her porcelain cheeks as I kiss her praying for the pain to end. Eventually, I curl up into a ball, whimpering and cradling her close to me. My breath eventually stops coming, and as I lie suffocating, I see myself from above. A Romiet and Julio tableau we form- my rosy obsidian skin against her purpled alabaster. She always makes everything so beautiful.