They took shelter under a tree During a pouring storm. Two lightning rods pulsating With pent-up fire and love. Without thinking, they interwove and the long kiss she let him share was merely the opening to a door, leading down a hallway of earthly, sentient pleasures, whose vibrating song traveled through them both, echoes becoming thunder and dew on their skin turning to tears, to the rain of passion that took days to spend. Or, once in many times, A lifetime.
I do not know what you want from me Don't know what I did wrong Can't tell if your feelings are real Or if you are stringing me along All I get Mixed signals One day interaction is great Next you show indifference Uncertainty what I hate Constantly attempting to figure you out What is running through your mind Comb through the words you offer Answers I never find I long for you to be forthcoming With your intentions What you're really after Something you don't mention
I can still remember the couch. The way I cried in my friend's arms when I thought of that couch. Pinned down. Abused. Forcefully used. On the couch.
I still remember going into my apartment alone after. The way my body shaked for nights spent crying in my bed after. At my friend's apartment after. In the hospital after. Years after.
They say the mind can forget sometimes, but what always remembers the trauma is the body. The one that kicked and fought off the body. The one that layed under the body. The violated body. The tortured body. The unsafe body.
was never the same. Not for me to blame.
I know that now.
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Cigarette buds Empty glasses Always a wine glass shatters Leftover biryani Leg bones The crease in the beds Sofa cushions on the floor Guests have left Empty house Just me and the wait for the next weekend.
at the end of the afterlife, when the dust finally settles, she climbs into a warm bed made of soft, wispy clouds, listening to lilting melodies, from her childhood memories, falling into a peaceful slumber.