In the dead of the night, she lay still while her heart thumped sobs
The dark veiled her face; hid the stubborn twitching of the stubbornly firmly set lips
Hid the hot tears that wobbled momentarily and slid out of her brown eyes, like blood pooling and spilling from a wound
Her heart was a wound
The hurt just pooled there
Her scalp burned where the tears touched her, searing the hurt into her head, into her hair
Where a pair of fingers once ran themselves through to the tips, to the nape of her neck, digressing below her collarbone
She called out to the sleeping body beside her
Her voice cracked on the three syllabled name, as if it were feet treading on shards that got sharper with each step like the hurt sharpening in her chest
No reply
An invisible hand traced her neck, she recalled the fingers that touched her there, she recalled the fingers that set her pulse racing, racing, racing, racing
And the hand slid lower, inside the thin shirt that clung adamantly to her like a strong chest that once did, a warm strong chest within which a heart beat
A heart that beat for her
Or did it?
She missed the stubble that scraped her chin first, like a razor, the stubble her fingers slowly grazed over, savouring the hardness of hair and softness of skin that merged beautifully together underneath the soft pads of her fingers
Under the thin softness of her lips
Beautifully
Beautifully
Deliciously
She missed the spectacledeyes that looked at her, seared through her, made her avert her face away in shyness, bashfullness, excitement, lust
Like a bride
The hand slid lower and she remembered the moment her heart burst with climax, the first time it beat like it was alive, vitalised , strong
The hurt pooled in her heart deeply now; redder, thicker, slower, painfully
She imagined the soft voice and the thousand threeletterwords it said, out of love, out of pain, out of play, out of urge, out of lust, out of habit
The invisible hand grew a twin, together they crawled over her back to an invisible axis where they clasped together the long fingers and thin palms
She felt a pull, a tug
A hug
She felt that old warmth again on her skin
In her mouth
In her heart
In the pit of her stomach
In the secret of her body
In the core of her soul
And then, it vanished; deafeningly, blindingly, distastefully, hurtfully, coldfully, foreverfully
The pool spilled in her chest, drowning her heart
And she drowned with it.
Hurtfully. Foreverfully.
The dark veiled her face; hid the stubborn twitching of the stubbornly firmly set lips
Hid the hot tears that wobbled momentarily and slid out of her brown eyes, like blood pooling and spilling from a wound
Her heart was a wound
The hurt just pooled there
Her scalp burned where the tears touched her, searing the hurt into her head, into her hair
Where a pair of fingers once ran themselves through to the tips, to the nape of her neck, digressing below her collarbone
She called out to the sleeping body beside her
Her voice cracked on the three syllabled name, as if it were feet treading on shards that got sharper with each step like the hurt sharpening in her chest
No reply
An invisible hand traced her neck, she recalled the fingers that touched her there, she recalled the fingers that set her pulse racing, racing, racing, racing
And the hand slid lower, inside the thin shirt that clung adamantly to her like a strong chest that once did, a warm strong chest within which a heart beat
A heart that beat for her
Or did it?
She missed the stubble that scraped her chin first, like a razor, the stubble her fingers slowly grazed over, savouring the hardness of hair and softness of skin that merged beautifully together underneath the soft pads of her fingers
Under the thin softness of her lips
Beautifully
Beautifully
Deliciously
She missed the spectacledeyes that looked at her, seared through her, made her avert her face away in shyness, bashfullness, excitement, lust
Like a bride
The hand slid lower and she remembered the moment her heart burst with climax, the first time it beat like it was alive, vitalised , strong
The hurt pooled in her heart deeply now; redder, thicker, slower, painfully
She imagined the soft voice and the thousand threeletterwords it said, out of love, out of pain, out of play, out of urge, out of lust, out of habit
The invisible hand grew a twin, together they crawled over her back to an invisible axis where they clasped together the long fingers and thin palms
She felt a pull, a tug
A hug
She felt that old warmth again on her skin
In her mouth
In her heart
In the pit of her stomach
In the secret of her body
In the core of her soul
And then, it vanished; deafeningly, blindingly, distastefully, hurtfully, coldfully, foreverfully
The pool spilled in her chest, drowning her heart
And she drowned with it.
Hurtfully. Foreverfully.