it’s just another day, just another love. just another sweet and gorgeous little girl for me to lust over, to sin as i think of what she could be enjoying. as i look over to her, clueless little girl, my blood rushes and the heart of me swells. i fall into yet another dream…
her scent is all i can absorb, her sweat and the salty, metallic taste of her skin stetched across her thin frame. i trace the lines of blood in her wrist, up her arm; she’s a piece of art cut in marbe, the blue veins rivers, her skin a sheet of snow over the winter creeks. soft hair, short black and bright pink blazes, skin white and eyes sky blue… pink and grey and black and red and white as i dive into her, splashing like paint as she melts against me. our bleached white canvas is home to each other’s brushes, swirling. her color is a peaceful morning, mine the blazing summerset, we explode into a new galaxy. she pulls me so deep into her, and screams and screams out in bloody red slashes. her voice cracks and slips, she sobs against me, black and pink covering white and blue, blue eyes staring into misty twilight grey, our hands inside each other as she watches me follow her off the edge.
i come to, panting. the bookstore is empty, save her, hovering a few feet away. she looks concerned. i straighten my skirt as i turn to leave, and i look at her and i think she knows…
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interesting piece of writing. i like how images are used to tell it…the subject is somewhat disturbing though.
i think it sounds something like….poetry. a short story with poetic symbols–very interesting.
Rose
the subject is what you make of it. i mean what i mean, it is up to your own imagination as to how you interpret what i’ve written. i am in love with this girl, and the words above are the best way i could describe what i physically feel for her.
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