My Heavy Heart

With a heavy heart, I apologise to the creature I resented for so long. It wasn’t the gargoyle clawing its way up my spine I should have been more weary of, but the angel holding my hand.

I left my body for a nightmare; back in time to visit myself and see with clearer eyes, but found a little girl crying in the corner. Shadows flocked and flooded in and out of the room, too monstrously distorted and unrecognisable to dry her tears or comfort her heavy heart. That little girl haunted my body that night, though we were too drunk to know why.

And with a heavy heart, I know now why. I know.

Out of my body, I left myself alone amongst the shadows to watch a once valiant and noble hero clutching, in his arms, an angel. My angel. Her wings are crushed by his intoxicated strength, melting her beauty and moulding her into another monster with his touch. Her halo turns to ashes and rains down over her once smooth, pale skin, scarring and searing her delicate body, though she makes little effort to escape his grasp.

So I stand here and watch my angel’s feathers shrink to scales with every waking moment in his eyes and in his arms. And the gargoyle merely perches idly by, sat silent as stone. Nothing out of the ordinary is going on at all in this room. She watches the angel fall into the hero’s arms and watches as I shrink to shock and silence, in a state. Suddenly I am the snake of this tale.

This site before me…it has my heart already in shards, spread across the room and littered on the floor. But the angel’s smile and the hero’s happiness; who am I to ruin such precious curiosities? And the snake is torn at either end.

Don’t look at me. I don’t want you two to see me like this. I am a snake hidden away in the grass. You can’t see me. And you won’t see me tonight. What you will see is an intoxicated child of a girl, crying out her heavy heart and speaking in tongues to the hero, which neither of you will remember tomorrow. With a heavy heart, I know now why. I know.