hopeless Pandora

Posted by Author on September 27, 2010 · 7 Comments 

i honestly, truly, have absolutely no idea of how the hell you ended up stuck in that chamber of mine – i don’t even know if it’s an atrium or a ventricle – but there you are…together with the addiction, the pain, the sometimes joy, the shadow of always promised and never gotten happiness, the fear, the ecstasy, the dreaming, the sorrow and any possible other thing that could transform my heart into some sort of Pandora’s box, except precisely for hope…you came and then you vanished, leaving that stupid box in my care, as if some sort of dark treasure, draining me of all will of life…so one day i made the courageous decision to amputate those chambers, one by one, until i got rid of that box – and of you…and it hurt like hell, and i bled inside, for day and night, but i stood up, hoping that at the end of the bleeding you’d be gone…but you know what happened? after i cut out all my heart, i found out about the curse of any amputation – and that is, that even if your part of the body is gone, you still feel the itch in its remaining ghost…

© Liliana Negoi

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