Hergest Ridge

How wonderful it is to hear a lover whisper a pet name into your ear. How divine it is to smell the scent of their neck and taste their lips while running your fingers across their skin. How perfect to look deep into their eyes and get hypnotized by lust.

As powerful as a drug I’d say.

So powerful that I pretended not to notice when your stories stopped making sense.

I chose to ignore the small bugs that crept into my bones when I knew you were lying.

I allowed my anger to lay dormant within me and take on a life of its own….

to slowly set traps for me….

to change who I was….

to fester….

Everyday.

I became my own worst enemy. I stopped battling you and waged war on myself.

Pushing it deeper and deeper into my blood, letting it flow through me. Damage me. A slow suicide.

And not unlike any addiction, recovery would be a cold bitch.

I listened to a broken record of tricks you played on me, tricks I played on myself.

It was finally time to go. And I did.

 
– Marie Laberge
SPECIAL THANKS TO MARIE FOR ALLOWING THE REPOST OF 1997 AT HERGEST RIDGE.