Blood Diamonds

"It's night, so it's no shock, that Viveca, by her insipid lemon light, shreds more of his rubber banded letters amour.

Already, by the gate, are weeping black bags overflowing with tales from the liars mouth.
"Oh come to me my heart awaits" he wrote and so she did and on arrival found chaos.

Being a woman who bore her pains silently she chose to wipe his dirt, settle his debts and sing whenever he cried. In the spring they painted the walls rose and planted apple trees in winter because their love would last forever.

But on a day when he was away Viveca had reason to doubt so with steel knots bruising her stomach she rifled through his life...

Files on rifles and war and metallurgy and a diary from last year stood back to front in his dark mauve room and as this was her lover's space she hesitated for a few seconds, but Viveca fingered his silent possessions and found the name of a girl anyway.

A sudden swipe from a demon and Viveca's life drowned away as all manner of violet posied words came flittering off the page.
"To you my darling soldier I owe my life and so because of you I live in grace
"And to you my sweet girl, my one true love, I offer all myself"...And other nauseating bile...

Viveca with rage icing her bones to death and a heart pumping in a mad sadness she read on...
The words from the secret girl dragged her soul into the mauve room where it was set upon, kicked to death and then finally left, like a cat tortured by a once affectionate child.

His room didn't look so charming now, its walls faintly ridiculous with cheap maps of the world browning and playtime plastic skulls eating dust on a shelf... it was the room of a boy got older. And so Viveca decided, without a doubt, that the letters amour sent by him to her, his dearest Viveca, would make good nests for rats.

With each tear and each rip she shred her life to bits and carried on and soldiered on making like she didn't know and baking cottage pie for tea...
"One can't destroy love" her Mother once said "It's there through good or evil"

But one day after a night of false passion and without pennies or a life of her own, Viveca chose to die. Then a ring on a phone which had Viveca answering by default.

"It's me my dear" came his voice from West Bersham "I'll be home before you know".
Sliding down the papered walls she knew they had to die, because life without love is no life at all.
And life with endless lies is worse. No, she thought, as the carpet made imprints of roses on her legs, I have to end this pain.
"What was this?" she murmured as the cold kitchen blade smarted along her veins. "I'm not alone and not afraid"
And her blood bled the carpets red.

A dragging sensation from the neck down had her mind bereft of feeling, just a sweet disappearing and hunger for aloneness was all the pale girl felt. Outside was birdsong. And as if to crown the child with a kind of forgiveness her face was bleached of all sin it was as if all her pain was draining out into the carpet she once adored.

A soothing nod was all she got from the man at the portal of Hell.
"You've left your life " he said "But not it all, you are free to play up there..."

And as the bloodied flowered frock caked from hell's heat, she sprang high above scorched cinders spinning a jaunty dance... She raced red hot through crowds of cowards and people who just did wrong and while she spun, the girl who was good, planned some revenge on the man who bled her dry.

"Hello dear" he laughed, as his fat keys scratched the table.
"I'm here with a trinket for you"

Leaping onto a cupboard behind the bedroom door Viveca sat cross legged.
Her face wasn't human, not any more, it smelt of all things dying. And below, on the floor drips of robin red blood settled nicely making a mound.
Her gentle small hands with a diamond on a finger clasped each other with impatience...Her dress a mess, scary dreadful mess like death had lent a putrid hand.
A scuffle on the stairs and screech from the cat said her old love was on his way up and biting her lips till spit ran out the ghost on her day out, tapped.

The door sprung open and he was there barking "Where's my sweet poppet?"

He turned and saw his other true love.