Daily Dialogue: Lack of Asking

Taking a third of an hour with two women plucked from my mind and writing what they say, whatever it’ll be.

Martha
Can you feel pain?

Patricia
Whatever pain inflicted by your hand means not but mere whispers when in the face of what you’ve done.

Martha
Still think me a villain?

Patricia
No… I think you a monster.

Martha
Such words, dear lover.

Patricia
You have no right to use that word.

Martha
I have the only right. I took you from your tower of isolation and made you of the earth. The joys you have felt in the years hence are because of me and our love.

Patricia
And also my sorrow. My degradation. My hatred.

Martha
Feelings that make you RICHER than the mightiest king or conquerer.

Patricia
POORER than a dying leper or liar.

Martha
Ah, so the truth is revealed at last. The fair Patricia has sheathed all of her love, all of her tenderness, an act only performed by the most cruel, because of a few meaningless words.

Patricia
Only a monster would consider gifting someone shit wrapped in silk anything else besides an act of emotional treachery.

Martha
Do not speak to me of treachery. How dare you. And if I am monster, it’s only because the venom from your kisses has turned me thus.

Patricia
What act of treachery could I have befallen on you?

Martha
The act of absence.

Patricia
What lies! I have always stood by your side in every moment I could!

Martha
But not my heart. The light in your eyes turned to shade long before today.

Patricia
My affection for you has never wavered. What event could ever make you think such folly?

Martha
It’s not a single event, for who could mark the slow lowering of the tide?

Patricia
You… You fool. You. Fool.

Martha
Oh, transposed from monster to fool! How did I earn such an honor?

Patricia
You felt I grew away from you, yet you never bothered to confront me.

Martha
Shall I now, at such a futile hour?

Patricia
The shade, as you said, grew in my eyes because the light was focused on another part of you. Your future, with me in it eternally. My mind was from you because it was on this ring. And now, it is destroyed.

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