The flickering flame cast dancing shades,
Across the cabin walls, a haunting charade.
A crumpled news report, a lover's grin,
Burning love's embers, where innocence had been.
Clara, a waitress yearning for a thrill,
Met Thomas, smooth talker, a practiced kill.
Candlelit dinners, weekend escapes,
A web of romance, with hidden shapes.
Subtle hints whispered, a burner phone's chime,
Late-night hushed voices, a flicker of crime.
But love's sweet poison, a powerful blend,
Blinded her senses, a story that would bend.
The headline screamed, a businessman's fall,
Foul play suspected, a chilling pall.
The picture, his face, a charming lie,
The man in her arms, a stranger's eye.
Panic's cold sweat, a knot in her throat,
The hero's embrace, a venomous coat.
Memories twisted, the poems he'd read,
A chilling facade, a heart that had bled.
He entered the cabin, snow clinging to hair,
A weariness etched, a burden to bear.
The newspaper held, a truth laid bare,
Understanding flickered, a silent despair.
"It wasn't what you think," his voice a plea,
"Self-preservation, not meant to be."
Debts, threats, a web of deceit's snare,
A desperate act, a burden to share.
Words hollow and empty, a love's cruel demise,
The sweet nothings vanished, replaced by cold lies.
"Protect yourself from what?" the question arose,
A darkness revealed, where innocence goes.
Hesitation lingered, eyes darting around,
A past unveiled, a horrifying sound.
His story unfolded, a life on the run,
But trust shattered once, forever undone.
Silence descended, heavy and cold,
The illusion of love, a story untold.
A stranger in familiar clothing he stood,
Guilt a bitter cloak, misunderstood.
Rain lashed the roof, mirroring her plight,
The warmth of the cabin, a fading light.
Leaving was hardest, a choice to be made,
This love nest of lies, a betrayal betrayed.
As she walked away, a figure forlorn,
Stood in the doorway, a love newly born.
The police found him, no struggle, no fight,
A silent surrender, a shadowed light.
Guilt lingered, a burden to hold,
The world never knowing, the story untold.
Burning love's embers, a memory's sting,
A lesson etched deep, on hope's fragile wing.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook



Comments (1)
Beautiful work!