River
Note: Rive means to shatter.
Cut me.
Deep.
Hard.
I'm open under your hands. Warm life, dark life, spilling down my stomach onto your hands. Wetting me with my darkness. Clothes soaked.
Pain. So much.
You watch your hands as they take my life. I watch you watching yourself. You sense me looking and look into my eyes.
Darkness. Our eyes are darkness. There is no light. There never will be again.
The knife stays in, your hand still having a powerful grib on it.
Your eyes don't release mine. Darkness searching darkness.
Your watching my life end and you don't move. You don't fucking breath. I see you blink for the first time. You have no expression. You're blank.
My eyes don't leave you as I reach my hand up encircling yours. Your hand is wet with my blood. You leave my eyes and look slowly down to our enjoined hands.
I grip your hand tighter, making your hold on the knife almost painful to you. I move up close until the hilt of the knife is digging into your side.
I put my hand on the back of your neck. You stiffen. I look down at you. You're shaking. You look up into my eyes. I lean down and kiss you.
Softly. Slowly. We stay there. Then I pull back. There are tears in your eyes. I pull on the knife, your hand still under mine. You stumble back a little. You look down before quickly turning to look at me again.
Then you know, and I do it. The knife goes deep into you and tears are going down your face. They start to go down mine as well.
Your shocked. I am too. We shouldn't be.
Our blood is mixing together in our hands now. We both go down at the same time.
On the ground.
Alive.
Dying.
The End.
Note: Rive means to shatter.
Cut me.
Deep.
Hard.
I'm open under your hands. Warm life, dark life, spilling down my stomach onto your hands. Wetting me with my darkness. Clothes soaked.
Pain. So much.
You watch your hands as they take my life. I watch you watching yourself. You sense me looking and look into my eyes.
Darkness. Our eyes are darkness. There is no light. There never will be again.
The knife stays in, your hand still having a powerful grib on it.
Your eyes don't release mine. Darkness searching darkness.
Your watching my life end and you don't move. You don't fucking breath. I see you blink for the first time. You have no expression. You're blank.
My eyes don't leave you as I reach my hand up encircling yours. Your hand is wet with my blood. You leave my eyes and look slowly down to our enjoined hands.
I grip your hand tighter, making your hold on the knife almost painful to you. I move up close until the hilt of the knife is digging into your side.
I put my hand on the back of your neck. You stiffen. I look down at you. You're shaking. You look up into my eyes. I lean down and kiss you.
Softly. Slowly. We stay there. Then I pull back. There are tears in your eyes. I pull on the knife, your hand still under mine. You stumble back a little. You look down before quickly turning to look at me again.
Then you know, and I do it. The knife goes deep into you and tears are going down your face. They start to go down mine as well.
Your shocked. I am too. We shouldn't be.
Our blood is mixing together in our hands now. We both go down at the same time.
On the ground.
Alive.
Dying.
The End.