WITH THIS LOVE LIKE A HOLE
07-21-2014, 11:14 PM
Spots, spots. She sees them and a beautiful woman, lovingly pressing a kiss to the top of her skull. She feels a mother?s secrets, a mother?s burden whispered into her fur as she sobs. Then it is a stranger?s scent in her nostrils, a stranger?s jaws on her neck, a stranger carrying her away from the sobbing woman. This is wrong, this is wrong, her mother never cried for her. Or had she? Her body feels so cold, the serpent feeling nothing but numbness. But that is the thing about cold blooded creatures, it is the sun that keeps them alive. Kisses are pressed frantically to her face, and in her daze she mistakes them for far away memories. A mother who had been locked away in a heart of indifference, a lover whom had been long lost to her touch, a need so deep within her being. She feels surrounded by warmth, by life, but this isn?t true. This is hell; where the sinners go. And oh, oh how she has sinned most dreadfully, all for the sake of siblings who were too young to protest the selling of her body like the selling of a pretty throw rug. But maybe, maybe this is heaven. Where forgiveness wraps around her entirety like a shall, where goodness leans close, where her lover whispers sweet nothing to her hear and passes gentle grapes past her ebony lips. Is this eden, paradise, locked away from her for so long? She coughs fervently, stinging water and blood emerging from sinful lips as her eyes remain shut, shivers overtaking the mistress?s bodice whilst she convulses. Sobs wreck her; she knows not yet why she cries, but some instinctual part of her does, some dark corner inside recognizes what is happening, why it is happening, and who it is who breathes such sweet air into her decrepit lungs. |
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