Ballad of Blue by: Sara Eie DeSter

      Rain falls like paint splatters against the window pane making the world look stained glass.  A girl with twenty- seven years of experience of the world, sits on the edge of her bed think about the wrong that she has caused.  She looks down at the letter she holds in her hand letting her auburn hair fall in front of her tear-stained face.  She reads over the carefully written words again that reads," I don't know you, I've never really understood why, You couldn't tell me what you really felt, And now what we use to be has gone away....far away".  The girl with the auburn hair looks up and the memories of her ex-lover flashed through her mind.  The never-ending fighting, the lying that never ceased, leaving her love in tears every time he caught her in a lie, watching him walking out the door, suitcase in hand, because he couldn't take the lying and deceit.  All these memories of loss hit her like freight train.  As the pain in her chest worsted, tears fell freely down her face smudging her makeup around her blood-shot eyes green eyes.  She had been crying since she had received the letter which you could tell because of her red and swollen eyes.  She had cried so much her brain began to pulsate and pound in her ears.  But that did not drown out the sound of her heart shattering in her chest.  The more she thought about her wrongs, the more her heart shattered and the more her heart shattered, the more tears fell from her eyes.  One after another as the tears they landed gracefully on the letter that she clung on to as if it was her life line.  She inhaled deeply holding the letter tightly as she did so.  Then exhaled slowly as she let go of the parchment in her hands.  She watched as it fluttered down to the surface of the cold floor.  The girl looked up toward window and wiped the remaining tears running down her face.  She sat there looking at the world and how peaceful it looked.  She turned her attention from the window back to her room.  Her room let off another type of aura.  It was dark and gloomy.  The walls were painted light blue and had an off white trim.  The room was full of deceit just as much as she was.  She looked back out the window and wished she was somewhere rather than this hell hole.  She just wished she was somewhere else.  She wished for her love back to have him in her arms.  To love him, to have another chance with him.  She knew it would never happen.  Because wishes were for children who could see that there is goodness in everyone.  But she knew they were wrong for she is nothing more than a deceitful, lying monster that no one would ever love.  As these thoughts raced in her mind, she put her head in her hands and cried for her loss.

 The End.