Another poem.
...inspired by inverting the boing boing concept of a unicorn moment cleaning your brain out after you see something awful.
unicorn moment
So you see, she said, her face as calm as glass
It can't be. I'm sorry. She looked sad, a moment, and touched my face, but even then
Under it all
She was already gone. She had long since turned away from all of us. I tried to hold her hand but it slipped
And all I saw was her hair and part of her cheek,
Her face upturned to something I could barely see
Like a shimmer on an oil slick
Like a bit of opal turning,
One way then another and it's gone.
They say
You see more clearly
From the corner of your eye; but she saw it full-on,
Face first. She saw.
I only caught a glimpse, and even when my heart was screaming
No don't go - even then my breath caught in my throat and my voice
Would not release the thing I felt inside.
Because I saw a flicker. Just the smallest bit of what she touched, nuzzled, smiled at;
What she wet with her tears of joy, her fascinated gaze locked on -
I smelled a breath and felt the scent lock my throat, silence me utterly - Instead.
Instead I smiled, and oh it was fake but you'd never have known. I smiled with my whole face and gently touched her shoulder and whispered
I whispered
Oh god stay no no don't leave me here all alone dammit Jenny please I'm fucking begging you no
I whispered Go.
I whispered it with a smile on my face and gentleness in my voice, lies damn lies the both of them;
She never looked back to see. She was up, her hands locked tight in some silken mane.
And I caught one last glance
Of her face
Ecstatic
Eyes closed in bliss
Thighs clamped (but never around me, no)
A wind I could not feel casting back her hair.
Then there was light, some light so bright it burnt my eyes -
A helix horn there, in negative image behind my eyes;
the sound of hoofbeats rolling across my skin
And nothing.
Just spots dancing in my vision and a scream in my throat
Raw
And then she's gone.
unicorn moment
So you see, she said, her face as calm as glass
It can't be. I'm sorry. She looked sad, a moment, and touched my face, but even then
Under it all
She was already gone. She had long since turned away from all of us. I tried to hold her hand but it slipped
And all I saw was her hair and part of her cheek,
Her face upturned to something I could barely see
Like a shimmer on an oil slick
Like a bit of opal turning,
One way then another and it's gone.
They say
You see more clearly
From the corner of your eye; but she saw it full-on,
Face first. She saw.
I only caught a glimpse, and even when my heart was screaming
No don't go - even then my breath caught in my throat and my voice
Would not release the thing I felt inside.
Because I saw a flicker. Just the smallest bit of what she touched, nuzzled, smiled at;
What she wet with her tears of joy, her fascinated gaze locked on -
I smelled a breath and felt the scent lock my throat, silence me utterly - Instead.
Instead I smiled, and oh it was fake but you'd never have known. I smiled with my whole face and gently touched her shoulder and whispered
I whispered
Oh god stay no no don't leave me here all alone dammit Jenny please I'm fucking begging you no
I whispered Go.
I whispered it with a smile on my face and gentleness in my voice, lies damn lies the both of them;
She never looked back to see. She was up, her hands locked tight in some silken mane.
And I caught one last glance
Of her face
Ecstatic
Eyes closed in bliss
Thighs clamped (but never around me, no)
A wind I could not feel casting back her hair.
Then there was light, some light so bright it burnt my eyes -
A helix horn there, in negative image behind my eyes;
the sound of hoofbeats rolling across my skin
And nothing.
Just spots dancing in my vision and a scream in my throat
Raw
And then she's gone.