Haunted

My eyes are firmly shut.
The stench burns my nostrils.
I’ve smelled it before.
“Darling, put that down!”
I breathe through my mouth to hide from it,
but it is too powerful.
I can’t forget it.
“This is not something to joke about.”
I can taste it.
I smack my lips and swallow,
trying to rid my mouth of its tainted taste.
“You could really hurt someone.”
Nothing works.
I open my eyes to see,
but it is as though a veil of gloom has been placed over them.
Stumbling through the darkness
my foot hits something solid.
“I can finally hurt you, the way you’ve hurt me”
Slowly I drop to my knees.
I lay my hand on stiff flesh
It feels clammy.
The cold overwhelms me.
“Please, honey, please, I love you!”
Hesitantly inching my way up
my hand becomes drenched in something moist and sticky.
I pull my hand away quickly.
“You, don’t love me. You never have.”
Tears run down my face
I feel something digging into my side
I touch it.
“I promise I’ll stop! I’ll be the best, you hear me? The best!”
It is lifeless, cold, metal.
I pull it from my waistband and clutch it blindly to my chest.
“It’s too late.”
My fingers run tenderly over its’ smooth features.
I remember.
I regret.
BAM