Brigit's Flame Entry -- WEEK 1; SEPT 09
THEME: PARASITE
Noise swells against my ears like the heartbeat of the ocean. His breath is hot against my cheek; I turn my head to listen and His voice is the distant song of whales. Bubbles break from the gaping maw pressed to my ear. Across the beaten, beer-soaked table, His friends are laughing.
A fat tube of rubber skin settles across my shoulders. Greedy disks along its underside fasten wherever my flesh is present-everywhere. A thousand pricks of pain, my stomach sloshes with the to and fro of the waves. Bile wears away my throat. It burns, and I choke on air.
Acid splashes against my lips, and He is pressing a pretty glass goblet to my lips. My mouth opens, force of habit; liquid fire rends molecule from molecule, atom from atom.
He kisses me and I let him.
Noise swells against my ears like the heartbeat of the ocean. His breath is hot against my cheek; I turn my head to listen and His voice is the distant song of whales. Bubbles break from the gaping maw pressed to my ear. Across the beaten, beer-soaked table, His friends are laughing.
A fat tube of rubber skin settles across my shoulders. Greedy disks along its underside fasten wherever my flesh is present-everywhere. A thousand pricks of pain, my stomach sloshes with the to and fro of the waves. Bile wears away my throat. It burns, and I choke on air.
Acid splashes against my lips, and He is pressing a pretty glass goblet to my lips. My mouth opens, force of habit; liquid fire rends molecule from molecule, atom from atom.
He kisses me and I let him.