I loved her but love makes you blind. I didn’t ask. She didn’t tell. Her strangely fearsome hell.
Today, I’d question everything and risk whatever loss, except I’ve nothing left to lose.
What I called love, she simply called possession. Bat-transformed, she flew into the night, left me behind. She didn’t realize I was still alive, and nor did I. But now I’ve changed and followed, bourn a stake into her heart because of love, and this its cost. I’ve let her go.
D’you hear the sirens mourn? Fear me and tell me what you choose. I love you so.
Written for Gather Wednesday Writing Essentials
• Use the technique known as persona
• Include the word "possession"
• Reference transportation in some way
• Make this piece dramatic