Oh, with those lusty pink-orange grapefruit eyes he devoured the world. Slice by slice. Lick by lick. Sometimes, to a stranger he made love. And with a lover, he had sex. He clung on to hands like he did to life. And oaths and vows and promises and such were left in box of odd white. Decorated with ribbons and hopes of a lily. Sometimes, the box would change chameleon colour. From white to a brown. Back then from a rainbow to nothing. On nothing-days, he would stand in his room, peer at the silver moon mirror and undress himself. Naked, he would lie. Naked, he would die.
On Mondays of June, and sometimes of November, it peeked from behind a bead curtain. It looked at him. The voyeur. What it was, it didn't know. Who it was, it did. It bit into a grape, a purple one. Streams engulfed its being. Purple streams. Look, it did. Look, it would. Look, it believed, it should. When his eyes shut, and he saw his dreams within the narrow bedroom of his eyes, it came closer, grape juice in mouth, and knife in hand. Slit. Slit. Slit. Before he knew it, it killed him. He woke up. Alive and with dead dreams.
He looked at it with turtle eyes and kissed it with a smile.
She flipped her hair, kissed back, and laughed.
Slit. Slit. Slit.
5 comments:
I just realized I have something new to say about your writing, apart from the fact that I am madly in love with it. You are a very brave writer. I often write things that I cannot ever put on my blog because I am not that courageous.
You remember the NanOWriMo novel you began? About the library book? You should finish that. Seriously. I mean it.
I lowe it, like always...
Hey.. exams time or what?
I just read a note from you. Another tag..and an enticing one at that!
The 15 books list tag has been taken up..ciao
No fresh post in a long time babes..what haps? Eagerly waiting...
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