The Shady Life of Margarita Liquor Champagne Kroger

I was at a ball in the queen's honour.
I saw a man.
A beautiful man,
Whose eyes shined like the sun.
Whose body was fit for a god.
It hit me immediately.
I was in love.
I couldn't look away.
I couldn't stay away.
I needed him.
I needed him so bad.
My heart, my mind, my body was full of yearning,
For him.

I danced with him.
I laughed for him.
I smiled for him.
My heart was beating for him.
Alas, he did not return the feeling.
My heart split.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't do anything.

I ran.

I ran,
As fast as I could,
To the man.
The man on the street corner,
that belonged to the streets famous for its brothels.
When I reached him,
I fell,
Still crying.
A river rushing down the street.
His shoes filling with precipitation.
I told him everything.
I poured my heart out.

I shook.
I hyperventilated.
I begged.
I begged for help.

He gave me something.
I know it was toxic.
What it truly was, I shall never know.

I returned to the ball, slipped it in his drink.
I offered him a cup,
And he drank thirstily.
Never did he think to thank me.

Weeks later, I learned that I was pregnant.
He still doesn't love me.
But I love him.
I need him.
He can't leave.
He can't leave his unborn child.
He is too righteous.

I love him.


By: Katii in honour of her mother Ixia