Analysis of The Afternoon of Death



The Afternoon of Death

The Goddess returned home to her Monster, whom she could not resist but love. She was satisfied with her toxic, dysfunctional love, for it meant that he would still be present to torture her in the worst way that she knew best. A subtle change unravelled her world that day.  A simple adjusted manner of their apartment door unfolded the nightmare that she always feared, but yet expected in some way deep down in her suffering soul. I entered the irregular entrance to the life I thought I knew, or lied to myself to create some sort of fitting delusion. The scenes from my nightmares played right before my eyes as real as the blood forming on my palm from unconsciously jabbing my nails into my flesh as to wake me up from an unpleasant fever dream. My new surroundings mocked me, forcing its cruel reality into my fragile mind. My monster had left. The unwelcoming new reality invaded the space I once knew, cornering me until  I succumbed into the truth that I was not prepared to accept. During his brief return into our sacred space that no longer was, the expressionless monster verbalized what had seemed to be reasons that warranted his decision of severing our life together. As each unjustified word of reason of killing our life fell out of his dishonest mouth, each essential part of my being died. The words of the monster broke open my chest, exposing my heart that was somehow still beating. Why the fuck was it still beating? The functions of my brain seemed to halt, and melt away. As the monster trailed off, as did my blood drenched internal organs, surrounding the space with death and decay. His single decision that afternoon, caused a spiritual destruction of my physical body. My monster, my love, the monster that no-one cared to save but me, had left me. The life that I had known, disappeared forever as if it never existed. All that was left that summer afternoon was an array of blood and a shell of Goddess destroyed by the lie of love.


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Characters 2,007
Words 358
Sentences 20
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 1, 1
Lines Amount 2
Letters per line (avg) 798
Words per line (avg) 179
Letters per stanza (avg) 798
Words per stanza (avg) 179
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Submitted by tycheprivett23 on May 21, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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