Three: Silver

Silver.

It is precious.

It is promising. It is lying.

It has captured me.

Bound me to this place of hell, refusing to lie in the shadows of my drawer. No, it's forced on my person, with it's sparkling jewel in the middle. Gaudy, catching my eye all the time. Reminding me of the lie I'm forced to present to the world and it's ignoring eye.

It weighs my hand down, with guilt. With regret.

My reminder of my ignorance.

Was it always this way?

No, once I thought this was good. It bound me to my future, which I saw covered with a foggy haze, filled with what I thought was true. Obscuring the reality of things.

I was never loved. Never treated right. I only thought I was.

I got this ring, it was shiny, like it was new.

It's melody of newfound protection engulfed my senses, blocking the things I needed to hear.

The warnings of something bad to come. The warnings I knew would come. The warnings I denied in my stupidity.

But the melody is dim now, and it's too late. I am hated as I hate. Beaten as I try to beat back. All the same, the ring, with it's illusion of happiness is put on my finger.

Wrapped around my neck. Choking out the little life I have left. Oh, yes, I look fine. Long sleeves, long hair, pants, boots. Plenty of concealer. Pile on the mask of secrets, but I can forget about the clothes, they are as muted as my personality has came to be. But not the ring.

And as the jewel still shined with false light,the silver began to tarnish, going through it's inevitable eroding.

As my relationship with him has.