Lost- Dramatic Monologue

I do not understand.
I am confused.
He left me lost somewhere between high bliss
And the rapture the savage reservation.

Fanny disagreed with my choice,
But I liked John.
And he was definitely the object of my obsession.

It took him a while to express his adoration towards me.
And honestly I was both relieved and surprised.
After the feely I thought he hated me…
He walked away with such anger in his eyes.
The feeling of bewilderment as to weather he liked me played repeatedly in my mind.
Luckily I had soma!
Which helped kill all feeling most of the time.

But I was still perplexed by one thing…
If he carried such passion and deep adoration for me, why would he then…
Not ACT such emotion?
How would the savage be capable of expressing passion without sex?
Sex is what draws a connection, what else could he possibly need?

A whore.
Whore.
He called me..
A whore.
And then,
slapped me.


He was the eccentric one.
All his talk about growing old together and
Pursuing lifelong commitments to one another.
What type of values were those?
It was obvious that the savage was not up to par with the civilized world.

And his discussions dragging on and on about Shakespeare.
That boy needed a soma.
That way he probably could have stopped himself before he...
well ended.

Anyways, I’m on holiday,
These thoughts have become inconvenience.
I better take a few more.

Misfortunate

Betrayal came with a cold lipped kiss that moonless Sunday night.
There was no molecule of good
The devil took the foremost in destroying girlhood dreams
No longer was she whipping her skirt like a dancer
or sitting with her cheek pensively against her father’s knee
while his hand toys with her silken locks and
his voice reads beautiful words.
She became saturated with the fiend’s dirty disgrace.
Her eyes were dark gleams while her jowls swelled with black blood with each deserted smile.
She had become exposed.
And the great Society…. They were set by the ears
as if, they, were pure.