Apollo's Fall.

Is the Sun an advocate of the devil? She asked this because the intensity of the heat is unbearable, almost like the slap she was given last night. Everything feels so intense like it’s burning right through me. Help me, save me.

She sees her husband with his obscure head shape, strolling around the compound, observing and making eye contact she knows what for but she is refusing to address because we as a family would die in the heap of dirt created by us. She wanted him to trip over a stone and bash his head. She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to feel pain. She has reached her peak anything that happens from now on isn’t any of my business. I’m done.

She should kill him, shouldn’t she? How can a man be so insesitive towards his wife? Is he cheating? Is he unsatisfied? He has a problem with me working(no doubt) but should that be enough reason to lay a finger on me?

It’s a Wednesday and the sun is twice as intense as it was yesterday…. not like this information is relevant but somehow she thought those thoughts anyway. She needed a plan to execute the murder as smoothly as possible. After all, Mars killed her husband and nobody found out. She was confident she could do the same. Do you know the thousands of times she has killed him in her head in different scenarios? The less you know is actually better.

Sunday is a good day for someone to go, she hates him but she cares enough not to send him away on a day nobody cares about. She had set out the perfect plan. Put some sedatives in his food and executed the plan. Days matter to her because she believes strongly that every day is an entirely new day almost like the day before didn’t exist but the bruises reminded her and that upset her very much. He took away the only thing she really cared about, there wasn’t a lot to look forward to living the type of life they did.

That evening, he returned from the facade he lives out there in the world. He enters and takes of his smiley face. It’s all fake, it’s all a lie. All those who know him never see beyond that because they’re blinded. She couldn’t blame them, she agreed to be with him for that reason and that reason only. She took him as a partner and he her.

There was no fancy dinner as expected. He ate the food either way and sucked on the bones of his manticore. She looks at him, little did he know he just ate his favorite companion. Dog is a mans best friend, isn’t it? And it’s no fun to slaughter a man without his best friend, that’s mean.

He cups her left breast in his palm and plays with them for a little while. She realizes she was doing him a favor. A man who can’t control his hands and his mind of filth needs to go. Why doesn’t he speak? If he spoke, life would be easier. She didn’t care much, men roam the earth everyday. Another would come. He rips my dress open and all the buttons bounce on the floor it makes a sweet melody and she smiled. At that moment he wanted to eat her. And it started …. The plan had began and she relaxed as he started choking, she watched, she enjoyed it. This was the moment she was waiting for.

She realizes that she doesn’t regret anything. She never felt more powerful. His eyes were starting to pop out and in that moment, staring into a dying mans eyes she slits his throat. The blood is gushing like a broken pipe, it’s all over her. She didn’t mind, she strips. She takes a bath in his blood and hums a tune in circular motions around him. She descended into hell. Happy and powerful.