50-Word Stories #2

She slipped into the bathroom for a shower. He climbed off the bed, wiping the sweat off his forehead and smirked at himself in the mirror.

The only reflection he could see was hers.

He stumbled backwards, onto her closet. All of the skeletons came tumbling out.

Screaming, he ran.

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To Cupid

I’m waiting, Cupid.

Have been patiently waiting since the last three years.
Each time he ran away, whenever I shared my burdens, my fears
He ran away just when I fell for him. A different “he” each time.
Each time a death-knell chimed.
I’ve been shattered, scarred, pushed
Yelled at, betrayed, crushed
Lied to, humiliated
Neglected, cheated
Yet I picked up the pieces, and pieced my self back together again
Lying to myself that the one I need was just around the corner
Love who once was my life had now become a foreigner
I created illusions,
Shunned company, embraced seclusion
Because that was the only place where I was accepted
There wasn’t any warmth, the darkness never rejected
I created shadows of my own
To my soul, false promises I’d shown
Told myself my king would soon enter and claim his throne
Surrounded myself with people, yet I was so alone
Plastered a fake smile
Had to fake a facade of joy
Cupid where have you been all this while, boy?
Why do you desert me with such disdain?
I’ve built myself again but I’m going insane
What have I done to deserve this, save dream,
Of happiness, security; oh Cupid you’ve made me scream
So loud, yet only the silence of loneliness hears me.
I’ve so much to offer, so much to give freely
I only ask to be his, his one and only
I want him to look at me with pride and say, “There goes my girl!”
I want nothing in return, no gifts, no pearls
Just his unconditional love.
I just.. I just want to feel wanted, needed for once in my life.
I can’t hold out much longer.
I’ve tried becoming stronger,
But now I’m numb. Paranoid, even.
Love doesn’t seem right.
It hasn’t done me right.
I shiver from cold and fright,
Yet you are nowhere in sight.
Why are you letting my suffer so much in self-doubt?
Haven’t I cried enough tears? Haven’t you heard me shout?
Well, I’m ready to risk it all.
I know I may fall once more,
But what I know for sure
Is that I’ll rise
Once more I’ll grow wary, once more wise
But for now, can you just give me assurance,
Peace of mind? I’m well past my endurance
For once I want to believe in the magic and power of love
Be kind to me, one who sits watching from above.
Have pity on me, Cupid.
Let me not be hurt, I beg you.
Meanwhile,
I’m waiting.

I’m waiting, Cupid.

(In reply to Off Target, by Shawn Price.)
http://tbwriters.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/off-target-shawn-price/

That Evening (Emptiness)

A broken street-light
Fl i    ckering
A broken white chair
Just about to
Col
lap
se
I stood there
Holding the many pieces of my heart
Some fell and rolled into the dusty corners of that archway
Its ceiling was burnt black
Just like my heart
The light, it was quickly fading
The shadows, increasing
Overwhelming, over-powering
I was scared
And you walked in
I wasn’t prepared
For that dazzling, confident smile of yours
And the darkness vanished
You stood there
And watched as I tried to reassemble myself
I took a step towards you,
Stumbled
But the load on my shoulders crumbled
You watched; smiling.
For that moment your eyes locked onto mine
For that moment you were mine, mine
I crawled towards you, I’d made you my refuge
Whilst the deluge
Of many memories, my past
Nearly washed me away
But I held strong
Thought I trembled, quivering like a leaf in a thunderstorm
You taught me to hope
I reached, I reached out to touch you
You shimmered and vanished
A mirage in the desert
You left me thirsting
I looked around
I couldn’t find you
Behind, the shadows began creeping towards me again
Ahead, was the path, it was dark
And then I saw your silhouette
You walked towards the darkness,
Boldly, with confidence, never missing your step
Holding the light I wanted, needed so desperately in your hands
I’m trying to follow you
Do you understand?
Mother said,
Some come for a reason,
Some come for a season
I still don’t know why you came
And left so quickly
I’m still rooted here, though
Unsure of myself
For some reason unknown to my conscious mind
I believe you will come back
I call out your name
All I hear is the echo of silence
Emptiness

Photo Credits : Cheri Lucas Rowlands

The Hallways of My Mind / Emptiness (Photo Credits : Cheri Lucas Rowlands)

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/03/inspiration-images-1000-words/