Misfit

Isabella can hear the break.

A crack that splits evenly and smoothly down the middle.

Each half precisely even in its own right.

A child would have no need to deliberate over which to choose; simply choose either or.

A gasp releases from her mouth, over her lips before her brain gives any signal to do so.

Her heart is breaking and there is nothing to do but let it go.

She has been here before. There is pain and then relief.

A good friend has come to sit next to her and Isabella welcomes the heartache.

It is familiar and it knows her, believes in her and holds her hand like no other can or will.

The smell of the heartache is not sweet yet not bitter. An acid taste rests on her tongue, lingeres and then sinks inside her.

Through the shearing pain of this once again known event, Isabella makes a decision, a conclusion and rips off the band aid to expose her wound.

As a hamster finally sees the ground below the wheel and leaps with faith not knowing why only that the current round and round has to stop.

Isabella speaks, wait whispers to the emptry white room, "this is the last time we shall be together you and I"

She kicks the heartache to the curb, steps on it, turns and walks away with back to it for good.

Not one more day, one more hour shall Isabella consume her soul to it even if in eternity she is all alone.

One final gurgle of rotten liquid rises up from her stomach, passes along her throat as a speeding train escaping a dark city and then it silently floats, slinks out to the blue green water of the bay.