katkate
Rage clouded my throat in a boiling mass, catching at my lips just as it was about to pour over. My clamped mouth scalded with the heat of words bit back, and threatened to overflow. The ground warmed with the red flowing from your body, the iced soil thawing just a little to welcome it. Bile blackened my throat, pushing words even closer to my lips.
I would wake up early every day. Do the wok assigned. Rode my bike down to the store to pick up something from a list one day. Met your eyes from across the room. And all my prayers were answered.
She lay in the bed of clover, a blue arch of nothing above her that reflected itself in her dark eyes. Her mouth took shape around words, but I could not hear any of them, as I was too drawn up in her figure, in her smiling face that laughed at the sky.
I'm wrapped in a warm sweater, but it doesn't compare to being wrapped in your embrace. I wish you would come home. I wish for a lot of things. I wish we never fought. I wish you were still here.
The world has tilted out of proportion once again, twisting the way its people think about it and live. It always changes... It never stops. Will we?
The trees whisper to me, sending dappled light dancing across my face as I watch the blue sky that will soon fade to gray. Winter is coming. You still live in green now, but you will loose the leaves soon, turning into skeletons of wood.
My cheek hurts today.
I bite the inside of my cheek as you walk away. Do I call out? Say I'm sorry, beg forgiveness? Or do I turn my back and forget... I stand and watch you walk, unable to speak a word.
I'm overjoyed to meet you, I really am. I wouldn't lie, at least to your face. A laugh. No, no lies here. I'm glad to meet you... I really am... I know you already. I always have. I miss you.
I leaving you, as impossible as it may sound. I will travel as far as it takes and as far as the bleak winds will take me. As far as I can go into the black.
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