Covetous

Beautiful, popular, exquisite. Captivating in every way. Her hair. Golden. Vortex curls. Impeccable. Green Eyes. Emerald. Incomparable. Her lips. Roseate. Delicate. Bronzed skin. Tanned to perfection. Out of grasp, light-years away. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but not in his case. Uncontrollable hair. Bulky glasses. Abnormally pallid skin.

A prodigy, but a nerd all the same. Calculating how long it would take for her to be his. Time. Galaxy. Two components. Keeping them separated. Not only. Popularity. Appearance. A time once desecrated. 

Wasting an  existence trying to impress the girl who ruled his biosphere. Fantasizing a life of bliss with his queen. Tormented for his yearning for her. Compressed for his determination. Abused for his thoughts. Laughed at for his actions.

A request with one reply. All the same. Soon after would be laughter. A simple amusement of a fantasy. Dreams shattered. Future destroyed.

Insanity boiling beneath skin. If he couldn’t have her, no one could. Lust escalating into madness. Madness flourishing into abduction. What once was a queen, now a prisoner. All he wanted was a chance. But not even that was granted. Begging and pleading. Screaming and crying. A perfect face now flawed with fear. Incisions. Lacerations. Perforations. All upon the precision that once was. Petrified for what is to come. Not knowing is worse than the torture.

A venom used to silence the painful screams of anguish. A body of so much movement, now lay tranquil. Scarred, battered, mutilated. A heap of a queen. Sealed within her eternal dungeon. A wish granted. No one could take her now. 

Hilarity echoes. A prodigy turned executioner. One question remained.

Who’s laughing now?