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EDITED VERSION -- A love story

A chapter in the book Euthanasia Betty: An Anthology

John and Julia's Winter Dance

by johnwilson


"She was a wicked, slip of a girl.
She burned too bright for this world."
-from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

I.
Once Julia looked at John,                                                                                   
love was revealed as a simple gesture--
sublime and underrated as breathing.

Julia’s desires always extended sinister talons,
prying love apart till it was an unremarkable duty--
like birthing a baby boded well for the soul.

Beauty distorted--blackened into gothic moods;
Julia isolated herself in unreachable characters,
overdramatizing passions in her favorite books.

Julia became a young newly-married woman
anxious by the pithy knot of wedded horror,
missing her unnoticed escapes from childhood.
 

II.
John saw in Julia the earthiness to
replant his stagnant life.

John’s repetitive days wore the wardrobe of boredom.
Fulfilled--happiness had dried up; he’d married his lady
to relight pastel-colored days by the sea, splashing amid
waves till they lay spent on the shore. Instead, their ardency
glazed--dissolved into memories he’d clipped into shreds.
 
III.
His karma tarnished by the timeworn rhythm as husband and father.

A colorful artsy sign hung in front of John’s Tolkien-like shop.
An eye within a pyramid, Julia perceived as omniscient,
invited her to step inside a sexuality she had always desired;
their eyes bore an electricity both interpreted as love.

They engaged in a dance whereby water rose
flooding all lingering miscreants beguiled by
a beautiful yet foreboding winter’s season--
ignoring the faraway ratcheting-up of thunder.

IV.
Reverberations from these emotional upheavals
would cause silent earthquakes for decades.

Julia died in John’s arms--a gunshot wound inflicted
by his jealous disappointed wife. As she was dying,
Julia knew love was a simple gesture--
broad, faceless and too bright for this world.

John and Julia held within a fathomless embrace,
as if her last spasms of breath could transcend
them out and away into the noxious silence of night.
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