carousel

He contemplated the concept of revenge.
It is not just payback or getting even. No, revenge is much more.
It is the red of their pain, blue of their anguish, purple of their remorse. It's a rainbow of feelings, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, a carousel of a journey.
The carousel goes around and you cannot get off.
It doesn't stop.
It goes
and
goes

and


goes

Revenge consumes your soul like a beast.

All this he thought, yet he wanted the rainbow. He wanted the rainbow so he was willing to take the carousel.




But the beast...oh the beast.

Ulciscere

And so it has come to this moment.

He stands with his back towards the surf. 

Stumbling as the waves buffet him. But he keeps his footing, for now.

I stand on the shore.

He can’t stay there forever.

All his years of running have finally brought him here. 

Trapped between the jaws of the hungry ocean, and the surety of my blade between his ribs.

I see the exhaustion in his gaunt face.

I watch as blood from his wounds seep into the ocean, carried away by the tide.

Is that salt spray or tears running down his face?

May 25th, 2012 Revenge

She couldn’t help it. Rage took over her mind, her body. 

And she shot him. She stared into his eyes as he slowly fell, only his eyes questioning. The look of misused trust. 

She backed away as he reached out for support. She felt her face twisting into a sneer. 

With a thud his body fell to the cold dirt, still silent, he reached out a hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as his head tipped back to the dirt, eyes roving wildly, staring at the sky. 

She dropped to her knees beside him. 

“Revenge for what you ripped from me.”