She looks up and sees him there, casually leading against the wall. She doesn’t think, she feels, so she does. Her body hums a tune that only he’s able to hear and he follows her there. That place of momentary passion, forgotten vows and lustful indulgence. The place where logic isn’t allowed, where families are fractured and realities shattered. They come back from that place feeling, feelings of morphine pleasure but that same scent, that tune, which hummed for him, hums at home and now the fragmented half is left to mold together the pieces of their salute flutes out of cracked glass. Stranded to restructure the dignity of their dynasty out of broken vows.

Temptation, Satan’s detour from your destiny. It preys on weakness, lonely moments and solemn realities. It sells you a dream so that it can live a fantasy

You choose your sins, as well as your destiny, so choose wisely. Only the Strong Survive.

Written by Nicole Murray