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A Tough Regret

A never-locked door shut me out, Forever, pounding, passion pleading. I was a forsaken, eviscerated sprout. If I hadn't spied the beast ... kneading Her hands, her arms, her softened mouth. I ran madly, logic and sense relinquished. If I hadn't killed the beast -- I must shout: "It was my best friend that I extinguished!"

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/25/2016 5:28:00 PM

gosh, something tells me there is a very powerful message in this. It is just going over my head though. The beast was also the best friend? And why a beast? Sorry, I am not always the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tom Arnone
Date: 7/25/2016 9:16:00 PM

Andrea, it's a greatly exaggerated tale of a girl and two friends. Extinguished, in this case, equals fought. The beast is what one friend sees when the other is encroaching on his (assumed) turf (the girl). ;-)