I Remember,............... Written by Vic Davey

I remember, oh yes, I remember. I remember the warm sun on my face, the blue sky, the birds singing in the green trees. I remember the sound of the Ocean crashing on the shore, the smell of ozone in the air. I remember the aroma of baking bread, of freshly brewed coffee, of onions sizzling in the pan. Yeah, I remember.

 I remember the softness of her hair on my face, her perfume, the warmth of her mouth on mine, her body pressed against me. I remember every curve of her, every line, every secret place as my lips scorched across her skin, kissing, tasting, exploring. I remember her whispering my name, and her cry of passion as she clung to me. How I remember my secret love, forbidden love. 

I remember the betrayal and how it ended. I remember the confrontation, the struggle, the red mist descending, the madness which overtook me. I remember the glint of the blade, the feel of the knife in my hand and the look on his face as I plunged it into him again and again and the blood and the sound of his body hitting the floor. I remember.

I remember them coming for me, that long dark corridor, that cold, stark room, the metal gurney with the leather straps. The window and the faces peering in. I remember the prick of the needle in my arm, the coldness of the poison coursing through my veins until…. until. I remembered….. no more

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