Saudade

This day is one that will never have a chance at life again as a new day is born. It lived its final minutes knowing that it will dissipate at the darkest hour of the night, never to return again. However, like a lost loved one, its soul will pervade through the cracks of its lifeless body and exist in the chambers of your memory, forever leaving its physical body to rest.

A blissful memory has been formed on this very day. It’s a memory destined to rule your psychology until your dying day; one that can be retrieved from a collection of other memories that have poisoned your mind. It’s a memory that will exist as a reminder for a time of euphoria, yet the feeling cannot be relived. This is a feeling that can only be retrieved, yet this feeling is just an imitation. It will never replace the real thing.

The person you loved most became a blissful memory on that very day. Their warming presence sent waves of feeling through your spine, eventually making its way into your heart to capture the moment. This feeling would last beyond the day of its initial occurrence. Every kiss thereafter completed the significance of that very day.

The person you loved most was a blissful memory on that very day until they became a poison: a poison that has occupied your mind with a memory that will never subside. The poison has manipulated your thinking and the memory will reappear time and time again. They’re a monster, yet the memory reminds you of a time when they weren’t.

You long to relive that moment. It’s never coming back.

Sleeping Beauty

“I am beautiful,” she said amongst the danger of hurtful words from her peers. For many years they had persecuted her for her many imperfections. They said she lacked any kind of beauty on the inside and out. She knew that she was beautiful, so she returned to her home to find that inner beauty.

Nobody was home. She gathered a few bottles of alcohol and a pair of scissors and retreated to the bathroom. She plugged the bathtub drain and poured each bottle of alcohol into the tub. After removing all of her clothes, she walked over to the bathroom mirror with the pair of scissors and began massaging each inch of her body with the pointed end of the blades. She watched the scissors dent her body, marking where she would cut. She knew that beauty was held within, so she angled the blades and started cutting into her skin. Blood dripped from her limbs, her chest, and her stomach down to the floor. Her inner beauty, obscured from society, was finally flowing out, she thought.

A smile was needed to showcase her true beauty before she bled out. She took the scissors and started cutting into the corners of her lips so that a smile would come to life. A wicked smile graced her face for the first time since she had seen life through the eyes of a child.

Afterwards, she stepped into the tub of alcohol and laid down to let the liquid seep into the cuts of her body. The vicious burn caused her to let out a violent scream that ripped an even bigger smile into her face. Within minutes from bleeding out and toxic exposure, she fell into a permanent sleep with her beauty circulating about the tub.

Sleeping Beauty.