Frank was a liar.
Daffodil
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Muriel's Letter
Muriel's Letter, which I have converted to a poem to protect certain people:
Whoever you are,
please come see me,
for I am trapped for eternity,
in my own horrid mind.
Everyday I see,
the evil woman in me,
who ruined a lovely happy story
without any sympathy.
How I envy her,
That ordinary flower,
How can someone like me,
Lose someone like him?
He called me the sweetest poison,
Killing him slowly with no reasons,
My heart breaks,
And never stops to ache...
Effadylia
Whoever you are,
please come see me,
for I am trapped for eternity,
in my own horrid mind.
Everyday I see,
the evil woman in me,
who ruined a lovely happy story
without any sympathy.
How I envy her,
That ordinary flower,
How can someone like me,
Lose someone like him?
He called me the sweetest poison,
Killing him slowly with no reasons,
My heart breaks,
And never stops to ache...
Effadylia
Muriel's Story
This was taken from Muriel's journal:
"The moment I opened my eyes, things around me were all blurry. The room was small and lighted dimly by a candle. There was nothing else in it. I gazed hard at the ceiling, which was badly painted in black. There was a faint light on my left. I assumed it was the exit. I slowly got up and walked to it. I looked for the door handle, there was none.
Then the candle burned out. Darkness surrounded me. I closed my eyes.
This time, when I opened my eyes again, the room was bright. There were mirrors around me. Now, the room was full with me. Even the ceiling. This time, there was no exit. "
She was mentally ill. Her stabbed herself to death with pieces or mirrors.
Muriel was known to be the most beautiful woman in her town. At 19, she married Frank. She loved herself more than she loved Frank. She spent most of her days looking at her own reflection in mirrors.
Reality came her when she found out Frank was having an affair. He blamed her. She blamed her reflections.
Who's to blame?
Daffodil
"The moment I opened my eyes, things around me were all blurry. The room was small and lighted dimly by a candle. There was nothing else in it. I gazed hard at the ceiling, which was badly painted in black. There was a faint light on my left. I assumed it was the exit. I slowly got up and walked to it. I looked for the door handle, there was none.
Then the candle burned out. Darkness surrounded me. I closed my eyes.
This time, when I opened my eyes again, the room was bright. There were mirrors around me. Now, the room was full with me. Even the ceiling. This time, there was no exit. "
She was mentally ill. Her stabbed herself to death with pieces or mirrors.
Muriel was known to be the most beautiful woman in her town. At 19, she married Frank. She loved herself more than she loved Frank. She spent most of her days looking at her own reflection in mirrors.
Reality came her when she found out Frank was having an affair. He blamed her. She blamed her reflections.
Who's to blame?
Daffodil
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