08.22.2003 - 4:11 p.m.
She wakes in the night with
a blurred cry, twisting in her bedsheets, digging furrows into
her palms. If it was a dream, it is lost, it has already turned
tail and run. She sits upright and hugs her knees to her chest,
staring straight ahead into the silence and the dark. Her eyes
feel small and hot; she thinks of the word sting but does
not feel it.
The room is hollow, gourdlike,
absorbing her as thoroughly as if she weren't there at all.
What you thought
When you first began it
(She forces herself to smile,
to wave away other people's concerns. She's fine, she says. She's
just getting over a cold, she says.)
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
She lies back down, and her
hair fans over the slightly damp pillow. She breathes the salty
scent of sorrow, of fever. She feels a numbness that is so thick,
so heavy, it frightens her.
it's not going to
it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
He was beautiful, arresting,
almost shockingly so. Yes. He would run his finger slowly
over the planes of her face, lingering on her lips before moving
his mouth to meet her own. Oh, god, the wet heat of his breath
on her neck. The feel of his tongue moving with her own, his
hands in her hair, his body shuddering and spilling into hers.
She became consumed.
In the dark, she makes promises.
She rolls onto her side and tucks her hands between her knees.
I'm not going to do this anymore, she says to herself. I am ending
this. I can't do this anymore. I am losing myself. I'm being
chipped away, piece by piece, and I'm afraid there will be nothing
left. I am not going to do this anymore.
She's said all this before.
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
He burned as brightly as any
moth's flame and she was blinded, blindsided. She was disintegrated
in the face of his presence, a thousand blinking lights ready
to spell out his name. He swept into her life completely, and
she welcomed him with a hurried, painful eagerness.
The first trespass was fierce
as a physical blow, knocking the breath from her body and leaving
her reeling. He withstood her tears and accusations with excuses
that were both murky and impassive. Then there was a second time;
a restaurant window, a glimpse of his head tipped to another's
face, his mouth touching a pink and shining smile.
A third time.
Her aching turned ever inward,
like the curlicue of a seashell. She became raw and pleading
and desperate. Her body felt like an open wound that he kept
touching, breaking anew. And he still held her fast in a grip
she could not describe, could not understand.
She knows it is happening again.
She knows the signs, by now.
She lies on her bed and tears
trace slow, hot lines down her face. She thinks it feels different
from crying. She thinks it feels more like bleeding. Something
seems shattered in her chest. Some membrane seems torn. Some
bleak emptiness seems to be filling her.
She turns onto her other side,
and she moves against his warm sleeping back. Once again.
She closes her eyes against
the world but in the darkness of the room she can't tell the
No, it's not going
So just...give up
go back :::
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
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Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004