(for 5.23.2012) Betrayal and Red

I sleep to the sound of crickets singing their song. Or rather I did. 

I used to sleep without a fear. Free, moving like the wind, careless. 

I took care of me, and that was enough. The creatures were my company. 

Then he came.  He looked handsome, what my uneducated brain perceived as handsome. There he stood, everything about him — red. And black. That should have warned me. 

He intrigued me. 

I befriended him, showed him my woods. 

Then one day, he did something I didn’t understand. 

He betrayed me. 

I lay dying at his feet. 

Red. Blood. Betrayal. Trust. 

Please Don't 5.4.2012

She hesitated. What if this was all wrong? What if this was so right? She couldn’t decide. She had tried to trust before, many many times. She had tried, failed, and she had burned.  Every time, she decided to try again. Each time she decided she could, just one more time. Each time she threw caution to the wind, each time the wind whipped it back and smacked her broken heart back into her face. But, maybe, maybe this time… perhaps…

She looked at him, and in her eyes she handed him her heart. “Please don’t break it,” she whispered.