Shapechanger
by Skye Haerrington
You were so different from anyone that I have
ever met. You made me feel when I swore
that I would never be put in that position
again, swore I'd do anything that I could to
avoid that hurt, that throbbing scar. You
made me feel beautiful when I had not felt
in such a way since I was a little girl.
You did such amazing things for me, began
to right so many of the wrongs that society
inflicted upon souls like mine. You were a
guardian angel and I ebgan to fall hard, fall
fast into something that I knew I should
not want but could do nothing to prevent.
Falling in love is such a beautiful feeling,
and I revelled in it. A heart is the greatest
gift that anyone could ever give. And I
gave you mine willingly. You, shapechanger,
are inconstant. You, villain, gave it back.
But not whole. Never whole. A heart is
the most painful thing to have returned
to you, torn and broken, bleeding out
something that you can never replace. Here
I am, the fool once more, shattered and
destroyed when I swore, I promised, that
I would never be love's jester again.
And so I begin to return to the place I had
been, a hellish place, a nightmare from
which I shal never awaken. A personal exile
I can never let go of, never escape.
Suddenly, I don't feel so beautiful anymore.
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