I pulled her body to me and rocked her gently. She whispered.
“Tell me you didn’t love me.”
Her fingers twitched like static on a blanket. I gave her what she wanted.
“I didn’t love you.”
The morning sun showed through the dingy broken blinds as her eyes flickered. Blood from the syringe danced as it fell off of her bluish arm. I heard faint sirens. I held no heroic allusion. Her brown eyes blackened. Words fell from her mouth hushed.
“The myth should have never lived.”
Guilt cut through me. I held her tighter. It was our last lie.
*******blogger’s note***** – This my answer to @velvetverbosity’s aka http://www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s 100 word challenge. The one word prompt is MYTH.
Today’s song is what inspired my 100 words. During a moment of blue, yesterday, I heard the great Peter Murphy. This is what happened. He’s good at this stuff. This is Peter’s Cuts You Up: