Monday, April 9, 2012

Heartache (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing.

FLASH FICTION PROMPT

Heartache by the dozen.
Soulaches by the second.
Every moment I think I’m living.
I realize, I’ve died.
I don’t feel anything.
I don’t need to anymore.
Because my heart may have cried for you.
Ached, sighed and screamed inside.
But I was nothing more than a shadow, barely worthy to be under you.
Because while my heart my have cried and whined and wailed.
I learned something more.
While my heart cried.
My soul died.
When it died.
I gave you up.
You are no longer my heartache.
I would rather you be a speck of dust, so that the ache in my soul is complete.
You are no longer out of reach.
I have simply grown up.
And moved on.

(c) Sara Harricharan

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