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By suffocating_lux Date: 2007 Feb 08 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.08.05.15.13837]] |
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We started out with our bursting hearts quickened, smiles stretched from delusion - but our illusion of searing nights soon became dark and wintered. I would lie after his departures and feel heavy; the confusion left me burdened and I held my womb and begged it to blossom, wondered of crystals deep in my bosom. Upon his return, his voice would drag me under – breath damaged with poison and hands dark with doing. Still I dreamed on, your crimson of lips and tiny limbs crouched hopeful soon inside me, but spring never arrived with rhythm. Instead one fateful night I curled in the corner to watch him while he fled - I found myself abandoned forever in that cottage to muse over the carnage and weep for why you never flourished. While the knotted anguishes of him were slowly forgotten, I could not banish the thoughts of the children who never had the chance to be cherished. |