She sat quietly. Quietly with the serene violence that crowned her head.
She sipped on the poison that made her feel like a burst of colours against a foul night sky.
Cold feet , colder heart with the coldest words she read from the back of her eyelids.
Tattooed wrist with words unsaid to lovers unloved and breath that was left spell bound. Crepscule lips painted blue like the nightshade saliva that dripped from the yearning of another. She knew it wouldn't be easy but still she fought against the storm that was understanding and broke a few bones trying to fight the wave of naivety.
Soft was the pulp between her toes as she crushed the living life out of her intuition looking for signs to a destination she didn't know if she wanted to go anymore but still she looked. Under-cooked life forms of quick wit and fevered banter between she and the walls of her guerrilla adorned mind were a sight to be seen but never. Except for maybe one day when she let loose, let her hair down and gave a shit enough to tell someone. The wrong one. And from then the newly propagated and endless cycle of insatiable tastes of blunt conversations laced with passive aggression and a wide eyed crash into doubt.
We found beauty in the crevices of the chaos that bound us to the nothingness we were or rather the nothingness he thought I was. Not all the stories of all the stars conceived from a burst of spontaneity and art could've grasped his attention long enough for him to consider me as a person. But still.... I latched on to his very rare moments with me.... (third person Clementine!)
I mean she latched on his very rare moments with her where he was no one nobody knew except her. A version of him that might have been designed solely for her eyes. My god was he magnificent! A strong sensitive soul doused with fuel to light a fire of titan proportions. Etched into her memory was that person. That person who showed himself selfishly. So selfishly that she wondered if she hallucinated his existence. Woke in the middle of an episode and forgot to hit erase. In limbo of truth and a lie. Stuck between a desired life and a harsh reality......
Shhh be quiet lotus. Nobody needs to hear the breaking creases of your never ending yelping and diseased desperation.
By: Clementine Anne Strachan
Comments
Post a Comment