#FWF Free Write Friday; Trust
I didn’t have it
I lost it all
When he took my heart
And broke it…
I didn’t have it
I lost it all
When he took my heart
And broke it against the wall
Hush little girl
Don’t say a word
This won’t hurt at all
Nothing will be heard
I swear I will get you
You stupid _____
I don’t know why I married you
You give my finger the itch
Abuse comes in many forms
Age is not a number
The fear I give to you
Will be alive in slumber
Years go by and we grow old
Our bodies turn to rust
The only thing that remains the same
Is the constant lack of trust.
“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.” — Louise Erdrich, Tracks
We started dying before the snow
And like the snow, we continued to fall
The relationship I had counted on for years to come
Had stopped when I stood by in the shadows
My heart beat faster, my breathing quickened
As I watched her replacing my lips
And tears began to fall and I tasted salt
Blinking because I wanted to watch it all
He is ripping my heart into bits of a puzzle
As I see him caressing her hair
What had I done to cause him to turn
The words on his lips that used to be mine
I knew in my heart as the snow began and then stopped
The virgin flakes transferred from mine to her
She was willing to give the one thing I could not
And as I watched them kneel and then lay one on one
My hands bled into the other
For what he desired he was fulfilling this moment
As I stood in the shadows and the snow once again began to fall.
Fear the night
No one in sight
Heart is beating
I am breathing
Eyes so big
Waiting for you
To say I do
All to mellow
Yet no where
My face is blushed
As I realize
The tears in my eyes
That you have backed down
You are not clowning around
You have changed your mind
I am no longer blind
You don’t want to marry me
This I can now clearly see.
Sitting around the fire the great warrior smoked his pipe. Looking up to the skies he mouthed thanks to his God for allowing him to live. Blood dripping on his back, rough patches on his hands, made his tribe fear him with great respect.
Black Hawk was the chief over his kingdom. He fought the demons that entered his brother’s minds at night. He led his warriors to win many battles. He wore many ropes around his neck of trophies he had taken.
Dark skinned, muscular, a strong jaw line gave great character to his looks. Women adorned themselves in bright paints to only hope to catch his eye. Although he was under the law of marriage he bed many women who had trouble baring a child.
He had led his people to this barren land, far a way from others. He built pits and pulled rocks to form a pool. He took great pride in his title as chief. He taught the young males how to fight. He showed them how to sharpen their arrows and how to bring meat to the table.
He led each male to manhood, marking them his property. The females he taught to wash the clothing and how to cook over the flames. He taught them that it was their duty to respect each grown male; that some day they may become the princess in a new bed.
And tonight, he had fought a mighty war. A stranger passing through the valley. He watched the enemy as he sneaked behind one of the bushes and watched the women. When Black Hawk could no longer see the dark shadow he took out his knife and met the darkness and cut his head off. Scalping and hanging the black hair over his door he once again proved his power and mightiness. Another battle won, a new moon rising, a red glow of victory, he sat smoking his pipe, waiting for sleep to come.
Write a prompt on this photo.
Oh my God, I am actually standing here. In the door way on my father’s arm. He looks at me and brushes a tear from my eye. His eyes are glistening also. He smiles and I reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek whispering, ” I will always love you Daddy.”
The music is playing. Roses adorn the entire room. Perfume scents the air. We take one step then two and we slowly walk down the aisle. People are smiling. Photos are being taken.
I see my Mother. She is weeping. I smile at her and I continue our walk. He leads me into the hands of my one and true love. We look into each others eyes and I can’t help but let a tear fall gently.
The minister speaks but I’m not hearing. I hear my lips saying I Do. My stomach is trembling as he slips the ring on my finger. As we are pronounced man and wife, he gently lifts my virgin veil and kisses me for the first time as his wife.
My legs feel weak. I must not faint, no not now. I place my hand in his and we turn to the guests. I hear clapping. I see crying. I see smiles. I am married. I have dreamed of this for years. I used to dance, as a child, in my mother’s dresses twirling round and round to the music playing on my jewelry box.
I take my gloved hand and wipe my tears. Joy bubbling up and over my heart and soul. We start our walk back down where we came in as separate units. He stops me under the arch and tenderly kisses me. Running his finger over my jaw line I want to melt like chocolate drops right here, but I must control my emotions.
Wedding gifts are opened, Champaign is drank. Food is tasted. We hold each other closely as we partake in the first dance. I am drunk with love. All I can do is stare into his eyes. The man of my dreams.
He seems to sense as he always has that this may be our cue to leave. He goes to the podium and he is thanking everyone for attending. He is letting them know that we will be departing now for our honeymoon.
Everyone is standing. They are clapping and yelling good wishes. Rose petals are thrown on the floor as we make our way to the back door of the church. He helps me get into the front seat of the car. He climbs in and leans over and gives me another kiss. It is more heated. I can feel my body stirring with desire as he starts the engine and we depart.
He pulls into the parking lot. Opening my door he leads me through the entrance. Stepping to the counter he takes the room key in his hand and tucks it in his pocket. He walks to me, kissing me in front of everyone and leads me off to paradise.
Shutting the door and placing the Do Not Disturb sign on the door he loosens his tie. He takes off his tux and jacket. Slipping off his shoes he is undressed down to his trousers. He comes to me and turns me gently around.
Unzipping my dress he gently caresses my shoulders as he drops it slowly to the floor. He turns me so I am facing him. Cupping my face with his hands he kisses me ever so tenderly.
I can not hold myself up any longer. I sit on the bed and he follows. He helps me scoot further up on the bed and lies me down my head resting on the plush pillows. His hand glides down my body, my body reaching up to him. This tender moment will always remain in my memories forever and ever as we became one that evening.