Apr 18, 2004 20:03
I was bored today, well last night into today and I started to write this.
Scrolling through the blue she let everyone pass her by one by one. She remembered every time they had come to her for help and couldn't figure out why it was she felt she couldn't go to them. That if she reached out they'd push her without open arms to catch her against a wall. The way she couldn't resist the blood, the pain, the pleasure. She didn't know why or how but that it was all she could do. Scrolling through the hazy keys, not one she could call. One more gone un trusted, one more tablespoon of loneliness, one more mark on her clean slate to mix in the hues. Yellow and orange to make red, she created a canvas of herself. Bronzed with all those nights she couldn't resist temptation, the nights one word cause a million sins to hover above her head. Pushing herself she reached out hoping he'd be there against the wall. Tear stained cheeks he was there but she wasn't, she pushed him away and fell into her only hooded friend. He knew how to hold her just right with that mix of pain and pleasure as he squeezed her a little too tight. The way her hues reflected onto him and stained him until the next where he’d stay, leaning against his wall waiting to be used again. She let go of herself into her friend and let him use her, this one time, she would be his victim. She would let him feed off her pain , his pleasure. She let him take her over, this much she’d owed him. Never to feel the wind in her face again. This much she owed him.