STAINED SILK: Narrative Bites Of Love And Betrayal By Maria Stella Tsatsi
“Love is an haute couture silk gown that sensually wraps around the soul. Only pain can stain it, leaving its mark forever indelible and only betrayal can tear its finely tailored seams…yet the texture of the silk remains just as smooth and soft. In this collection of Narrative Bites, the warmth of a gaze and the dawn of a great love reach the edge of the blade. These are stories of hearts that loved too much and souls that stayed too long in the shadows of each other. From the flow of red time to the masks we wear to hide our darkest truths, “STAINED SILK” is a journey through the beautiful, painful chaos of being human.
As you read these lines, you may be delighted by the sweet wine that love offers or you may feel the cracks of your deepest inner thoughts; you may even ache at the sound of the cold blade tearing through your heart… so feel your pulse. You are alive, which means you have been wounded. This book is not a lullaby; it is a confession. It is for those who saw the knife and called it a ‘gift.’ For those who watched the hourglass break and tried to catch the sand with bleeding hands. Here, the silk is stained, the masks are off and the red time is flowing.
Read slowly, some bites might leave a mark.”
The Flow of Red Time
“I loved you a million times every day, every hour, every second…
As time flows out of my hand like hot sand in the summertime…
Red passion, in a circle of love that never let me escape from your jail…
Ironic Fate
“Sweet love…” I called him out loud,
While he was holding the knife in his left hand
Ready to kill me…
Unfaithful body in an iron heart!
Such an ironic fate…
I was waiting for my own fate, from my own path…
“Why?” I asked him
“What did I do to deserve this betrayal”?
“Nothing,” he said..
And this word, hurt me the most…
Once upon a time...it was me holding you tight.
After all, I loved every inch of your soul and your body
But you only clung the misery instead of a promise of happiness
Nothing was enough for you…
THE BUTTERFLY AND THE MASK
“I was a butterfly. I loved the green flowers, the birds, the breeze
— oh, summer in my wings!
I wanted to play with them, darting right and left.
I smiled at the sun, touched the cold waves of the blue sea, and felt vital…
when suddenly I saw him. He smiled at me. He flirted with me…
I was dancing in my mind…
I never realized he was wearing a dark mask…
Then, he just took it off… all that bright, sunny love was ripped from my skin so rapidly…
it hurts so much… Nevertheless, I remained standing by him with all my kind love..
