He was angry.
His eyes breathed fire.
I had done no wrong.
yet, I had betrayed the whole world to him.
I had eaten from the tree.
I had killed what he had loved.
What had sparked his rage, I'll
never know.
He struck me.
The pain reached inside, it pulled
my soul and
made me look fear right in the eyes.
Fear for my life.
I fought back tears but they soon emerged.
He screamed not to cry.
He struck me more.
The pain died down.
His emotions switched to caring.
He helped me up.
He nursed my wounds.
I cried to him.
His anger arose.
We danced the dance all night.
We lived the deadly cycle.
I went home, worn and broken.
I put on my mask of happy.
I covered my arms with sleeves.
I woke the next morning, with the bruises so fresh.
I smiled the usual smile.
I walked the usual walk.
I talked the usual talk.
Inside, I died my usual death.