purplecoins
Your name bubbles on my lips and I can't help but let it free. Across the canyon walls to where you stand. Over the mountains that scrap the sky, and seas that swallow the blackened skies. It carries like a thousand voices bellowing at their highest, bouncing off the moon and echoing in the valleys. But as it escapes my throat, the syllables and vowels of your name, it is not the roar of a lion but a whisper caught and lost with the wind.
The cool stone under your tracing fingers leaves invisible scratches in the skin, the intricate workings distracting you from what you came here for. The too sweet smell of roses stuck in your nose makes your eyes water. You’re catching sunbeams in your eyes, scraping your nails against lifeless rock under your palm, leaving red streaks in their wake. A heavy reminder left on your finger as you glare at the flowers that sway to the sound of your grief. If you stand to leave, you admit you are no longer welcome if he is no longer here. No longer welcome in his garden if you admit he’s gone.
The tint of blue and the dimmed color of eyes. A beam of light touched across stiff limbs. And amongst the stillness of day in a field of flowers lying within the tall forever climbing trees. In this field she lay, draped in her death and huddled in the last of her life. Forever cast in the death she accepted and in the life she left.
It was not what he had planned, the honest man.
For in this life of crime he could not fight.
Not in the sea of uncertainty or the darkness of land.
He was not what they all thought he was.
He was no honest man.
You try and push your way through the uncertainty and fear, but the fight is too slow. Any moment now the waters will swell and drag you, pull you, drown you. Forever lost amongst the waves of pain and turmoil too tired to try and swim back to the surface. But for now, while you wait for that horrid end of the spill into nothing, you hold your breath and push through the pull. And you walk across the waters of confusion, into and over the edge of hollow emptiness. As you wade through the dark.
The air in your lungs being squeezed and pressed from your body. Your mind can't take it, trying to hold onto what it can't. Trying to stop what you really want. Stopping you before you get yourself hurt, it's just a crush. It's not love.