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The Fountain of Tears

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on September 3, 2013 by alisonadventures


There was once a young starlet in Hollywood

who loved far too much.

She loved the wrong people, and gave her heart away too quickly.

One by one they left her.

She was used, abused.

Becoming thinner and thinner with the weight of her unrequited love.

She had a man, once.

Who held her in his arms.

Cradled her, caressed her

Kissed away her tears.

And for a brief moment she was happy.

She saw the love he had for her blooming out of his moist green emerald eyes.

And for a moment her terrible burden was lifted. Her anxiety and loneliness was soothed in the warm circle of his arms.

Until after a while he tired of her.

Her mood swings and depression sucked the light right out of their love.

Until one day she gazed upon his face. And his eyes, so full of promises and hope

Dreams and futures

Became cold hard mirrored glass.

He spent  more and more time away from her, hunched over his laptop, a frown across his face.

No longer did they touch, or sleep caressed in each other’s arms.

And when she cried he put on headphones, drowning her out with music.

It was her own fault, the girl decided. She had suffocated him with her love, with her longing and neediness and wanting of him.

It was hardly a surprise when she woke up one morning to find that he had left her.

Suitcases neatly packed, not a trace of his cologne or belongings to be found.

She knew that he had left emotionally a long time ago.

Still, something changed after that.

Her limbs became harder, her blood slowly thickening. She was becoming wider, taller, less human. Scared, she gathered the last of her strength, and plunged the dagger into her heart.

It was to late.

She had not eaten for weeks, maybe months. He was never coming back.

And out of her heart poured only the tears that were still gushing from her eyes. The last reminder of her, of him.

Soon afterwards, a traveler found the strange  marble fountain in an abandoned house in Beverley Hills.

Astonished at it’s beauty, he installed it in his courtyard.

And all the visitors to his parties remarked upon the slight salty taste of the water, how the marble formed into curves like a woman’s body.