She was devastated with the repercussions of
those last words.
                           "I don't love you any more,
His eyes were like tidlewaters of convulsions
that never showed but were washing away
everything inside..

The phone rang and it was his dad?
       New low I pondered , was he enlisting his family
to intervene in the words of my heart,
I must admit it was only because he forgot my birthday..
He had remembered everyone but this one I was not so
unforgiving and took my displeasure on his heart.

"Hi,

I interrupted before another word he was able to be versed.

"Is he there I need to apologise... I let my disappointment
               thread words that I could tell hurt his feelings,

"He's dead,

"That's not even funny, we only spoke an hour ago?

"An hour is an eternity too a heart, we found him swaying
in the hall way, his mother cant even speak,

[[Three Years later]]

She never got over that phone call, not even venturing to
the funeral of one she claimed to love... Her mind was not
fluid but more like rock pools of thought near but never
connecting. Thoughts were surrounding in wall of denial,
retraction of reality was the only way she copied with existence.

She looked at the clock, this was becoming a mundane exercise
as she walked down to the basement. Carrying it downstairs
she just looked with woeful eyes, muffled emotions were
whispering on her mind. How could one find love again if
not to consume it?? Her heart had died at that moment long ago.

There they were, strapped to the wall, medieval looking shackles
dangled like rusty jewellery of the wall adorning their wrists.
Haunted love not able to verse the worries to the other only
in gestures of eyes told.
"I saw it in his eyes you know..

"It only took so few words to silence a moment of forever,

"I need that feeling back,

Tears were cascading down there eyes.. those portals to a universe
of perceiving, a single heart beat speaks more than words,
The voice that speaks out, but within a single glance.
They were the shadow to each others feelings, but where was
mine now. I told them it was my  fault they were here and
their love was beautiful to perceive but mine had been silenced.

She had positioned it in the place least to make resistance.
And then without even a notable pause she cleaved it in..
Love bleed profusely, and she drank upon it. Choking on its
warmth, she lessened the flow with her thumb. Sipping rather
than swallowing upon her palate and it seeped within her.

So warm were the feelings that were the shallow waters of
loves feeling washing over her being, but once was fulfilling
quickly went cold within  fading from that feeling to nothing
but cold life that tasted departed on the tongue. Love fades so
fast on the heart once its empty of all that made it recuperate it.

She needed to taste the love of everyone to replenish that which
was lost within, the aroma of that essence what kept her alive.
She was hunting for love, and she would bleed everyone dry
to taste a fraction of what was spoilt with words. every time she
drank she uttered these words.
                                                 *"I drink to taste what we once had,