Category: Hyde’s Bride

They think it very rude in “polite company” to speak of the horrific truths that occur when a human gets stripped of the decent basics.

To get lice from a chair?

Being in the library, she encountered those left behind, and it was so very hard to find herself also in that category – although she still fought off looking the part.

She had done all and more to ensure that others were protected, and now with her injuries, the cold wind into her coat often felt sharper.

And she could often feel within her just under the surface a high keening of mourning worry.

She was afraid to let someone in because she had been so picked apart by past men.

They had not been so corrupted when she had known them, thus she had not been naive to believe in their good aspects.

It was just extremely shocking to realise later how much the matriarch’s and her support in love had kept them on track.

And when the matriarch had passed, they all chose to absolve any adherence, and instead embraced anarchy’s tyranny and cast about blame for their grief and losses.

In her mind, the arrow tip’s shard at last began working its way to the surface, extruding from imbedment in her heart.

She could not yet feel any relief, for so long had her tissues been frozen in shock and fear’s caution to carefully contain its position and keep it from tearing her apart.

She then buried it at their once matriarch’s grave, the place where she had tearfully and wretchedly prayed for guidance when all had turned insane and then, soon after, the truth behind lies had revealed itself to her.

The matriarch could cleanse the shard, seal it, and neutralize that negative energy, blessing the woman by their once mutual alliance to carry on with her own story, no longer bound to that family’s tragedies.

She dreamed that she finally told her ex-husband honestly, regretfully, and decidedly that she could no longer be with him, wait for him, or hold space for him in her heart.

And as she woke, she found herself speaking the words aloud to him as the dream with his presence faded, thus dissolving the hidden threads that had still bound her to him.

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(Just now emerging)

They had not believed in good, therefore had not supported good – and then, promoted destruction due to misplaced skew in their agendas.

She had cared for them all, deeply.

When men were worth trusting and believing in.

He and his wife were excluded because they had not contributed to the needs of his own children.

Their betrayal, in her eyes, was simply the deciding factor.

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(Title of multiple meanings)

The matriarch’s decisions later were a result from their own actions – but they discounted their own accountability and blamed the granddaughter-in-law because she did not let them get away with mal-intended deeds.

“I do not regret standing up for and protecting the woman who always did the same for us through any weather.”

She remembered when their matriarch was in the hospital, and her son’s wife tried to grab her purse to seize power of attorney.

“No…she put me in charge of her purse,” said the granddaughter-in-law (which had been true because she expected they’d take advantage in her moment of weakness), seizing the sachel back and calling for protective backup.

It was an act that later set the rest of the family against her

Jagged glass
Broken pottery

Cobblestones
Slick-wearied

Dirt-streaked
Tears’ honesty

On a cloaked
Face hiding

Eyes that still
See everything

Her muscles were locking down, rendering her incapable of getting productive, because the environment had become hostile and resentful toward her.

She understood what was happening and why and that it wasn’t her fault, but still, she had to brace against the weight of being seen as the target.

“‘Cause anything’s better than the way I feel.”

(Sleep Token reference)

She was also realizing that at this point, she too was afraid of being looked at and seen for her injuries.

“Vulnerable…

Thus, clearly unapproachable.

Because I have my guard up.”

What she really wanted was Love.

If she allowed herself to trace back to its origins, the rage would ignite and inflame, attempting to possess her as a self defense mechanism.

Because ever since The Fall , it seemed that she had never been able to fully succeed and thrive, again.

How in the Hell does one, then, recover?

Crying and rocking herself quietly to avoid alarming the others, she scanned her mind’s maps carefully around the building migraine, trying to fashion the next step in her survival strategy so that they would not lose their housing.

‘I need you to help me – NOW!”

She wanted to scream it – to tear apart the silence with it – but hated that she needed.

So she didn’t.

She wouldn’t even speak it.

She didn’t feel that she had the right to.

She couldn’t even whisper it to anyone or anything as tears slowly traced her frustration.

Hope still flickered
But was unrewarded

She had made herself available, but now she’d just…

Some people do not deserve it
Yet others deserve it and more

She had not been sure that he would have considered her, in the first place.

She had never considered herself to be capable of such behavior, although she had invested in high levels of commitment so far unmatched and unrivaled in past tanked relationships and seemed to be capable of even greater expansion when inspired.

It seemed that she had still not found something that she could depend upon.

And then, she rises, anyway.