Miss Interpretation
“I love you so much,” he said
“you are my rock”
as she thought:
you are my rock too
the rock tied to my feet
pulling me
down
to the bottom of life’s ocean
taking in water
with every p a s s i n g day
immersed in disappointment
asphyxiated with regret
the realization of wasted years
caused rivulets of despair
and hopelessness
down both
cheeks
as he thought:
she really does love me
Horror Sleaze Trash 