Lila Belle’s Sullen Heart.

Lila Belle sits in her victorian chair,

with grace and dignity.  Yet, melancoly

embraces her like the pale pink rose she holds

in her creamy white hand.

It is drooping and broken

like her withering heart.

Lila Belle feels her fingers slipping away

from the dying rose.

She sullenly stares at the flower as

the petals detach from the rose.

Her wide blue eyes

feel the pain of an eternity.

Her tarnished turquoise earrings dangle

by her long slender neck.

A warm, wet tear slowly slides

down the pale pinkness of her cheeks.

Her heart is crushed inside

as if a train wreck had just happened.

Lila releases the grasp of the rose and lets it fall

to it’s death.  She grasps her

feather pen and begins to write.

Her painted red fingernails move with the flow

of her writing as she writes

her cry of agony.

She doesn’t love him.

She doesn’t want to marry him.

But Mother and Father

have already set the marriage in stone.

Lila Belle feels the sorrow well up

inside

and she feels as if the blood

has drained out of her heart.

Her bodice is tight and she

feels so trapped.

She can’t marry Theodore.

He wasn’t her true love.

She has never met him.

How can she ever love him?

Lila Belle couldn’t seem

to fathom her future with a loveless

marriage.

A marriage of convenience.

Heartbeats, slower, slower, slower,

ticking softly, in and out, very faint.

She suddenly can’t hear herself think.

Sorrow has drowned her and

she is numb to the world.

Then, her hands grasp it.

She knows what she wants.

It is her decision.

Hers and hers alone.

The trigger is pulled.

Slumped to the floor,

her way out from the world.

Couldn’t face a future

with a man she never had met.

Beauty drains, gushing blood

pouring out of her victorian body.

Bodice releases

and the tightness of her life

sets free.

Chosen death

and frozen slumber.

Life drained out and set her free.

She didn’t love him.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted December 9, 2011