an Empty, bleak friday night.
mist Veils the atmosphere around me as my body is taken
where Every step leads.
i am Ravenous, tormented, and so, so... cold.
i find it within me to shiver, Yearning for warmth,
though every Old muscle in my body protests
as they struggle without Nourishment to contract rapidly,
and, with great Effort, heat up my aching body.
the failed attempt leaves me breathless, and Incredibly numb.
i am carried around the corner of the dark, Sludge filled alley
to find an old, Mahogany colored victorian era door squeal open,
And light pours out.
such sweet light, Dare i say, as i have never seen before.
"a sight for sore Eyes", some may say.
well, if eyes could Be any more sore than mine,
they would implode into sockets of Empty darkness.
the light radiating from the door that is Ajar beckons me,
like an Unobtainable, mouthwatering steak does a vagabond.
i collapse at The doorstep, exhausted to the point of death.
i struggle with all that Is inside me just to lift up my head,
but when i do, i begin to Feel more invigorated with every breath i take as
all of my Unyielding ailments leave me.
amazingly i stand up, fresh with strength, and Look around the room, transfixed at the incredible sight before me.
it is a party! but not just any party,
one such as you would find in the great gatsby!
the men have expensive, radically colored suits,
swindler's canes, and Impossibly tall top hats.
the ladies are dressed lavishly in long petticoats, draped with lace;
feather scarves lie around their necks with perfect elegance.
no one seems to mind my presence,
and as i am finally in control of my own legs,
i stumble, regaining movement in them, and travel about the room,
observing the magnificent scene before me.
now, i don't know what it was that caught my eye,
for everything in that decadent room seemed to shimmer and glisten,
pleasing the eyes to glance upon.
however, one thing stood out.
separated from the bustling crowd, there she sat,
in the back corner, alone.
clearly a *******, yet the fact didn't seem to phase me the least bit.
she was stunning, angelic!
she stood up, and practically glided about the room
back and forth, seemingly like a lion, searching for it's prey.
she held her gaze at me way past the point of comfort, yet,
awkwardness was not present between us.
she sauntered over to me, completely aware of the trance she had put me in.
fingers, trailing over my trench coat, she stepped outside,
beckoning me to follow her
out into the mist once again.
gone. she was gone.
such fleeting beauty. i could sense the pain inside of her
while she stood in front of me,
and still can now, for i, too have felt the same.
it was something to remember her by, and it made me wonder,
does such a woman with the ability to care and be cared for completely...
or am i destined to live life alone, in the mist,
never quite able to see into the aspects of what i so long to give,
what i so desire to receive...
A short story with a hidden message.