The Dripping Blood From Her Heart Needed To Clot

the dripping blood from her heart needed to clot the couple was rolling along in their boat on a river to nowhere, on a cloudy day when she decided to push him overboard she was tired of his cheating ways who cares if he ended up as driftwood she blew him a last kiss, pretentious she then looked into his inquiring eyes now submerged under the water alongside the boat his body contorted, bubbles blowing from his mouth words on lips asking why he was sinking to his death, as driftwood she laughed, she had the oars she could give a damn especially with all the hurt he caused her the scratches of note paper in his pockets the phone numbers with hearts next to it one with a 10+ the women's scent on his body the condoms and especially of the written guilt on his face with more hidden excuses, agendas like he had spent his passion elsewhere and was always tired when he was with her he was a con's con she had enough of being brokenhearted used and abused, trampled on, shared it was easy for her to sniff it all out like a basset hound that was on his trail searching for the scent of unfaithfulness to say the basset hound in her went wild is understatement it barked at his feet nipped at his legs, ripped his dignity apart ever so appropriately she was angry then and now she rolled her boat away quickly and never looked back unlike before the sun was now shining on the river glistening the surface a picture perfect day with the wind blowing on her face nicely she continued to row away as she composed a letter in her mind I was once your friend and lover turned wound up toy that you played with it's a game to you, candy that you suck on acquiring many flavors as you can running from one hen to the next at my cost and sorrow. I'm done with you the dripping blood from my heart needed to clot connie pachecho 1/2/17