Him and Her By Carolina Guerrero

Shifting white wine in my glass, petals of delicate pink roses sing to my breath. The clattering and chattering ring around my ears. They hush, the sting of the wine batters my nostrils, and She walks in.

Head turn, bodies yearn for Her beauty. His eyes follow Her every move. She's perfect, pale face, emerald eyes; her smile turns heads: it turned His head.

My heart shreds into a million petals, falling down my body. My fingers feel faint.

The taste of shame engulfs me, Drowning me, Burning me, Killing me.

Men launch at Her like predators to prey. I peer at him; I am nothing, I am invisible, I could never be her.

The rings, which once meant love, now meant ropes chaining me down, but he could never be chained down.

The smell of roses, which once filled the room, wilted, barely reaching me; He grins at Her. She looks, and the sliver of her perfect lips shine to the sky, calling Him. trapping Him. But I am nothing; I am worth nothing, for I will never be Her, the one He yearns for.