Drabble by la mangarucha
He knew that he deserved the slaps. He deserved those and so much more. He knew that what did insulted them, made them feel cheapened. To be able to cheapen a whore, was that what he had become?
Yet, still he could not stop. Could not stop moving to the next woman. Could not remember their names. Could not settle down, be an honest man. He never was and never would be. It was too late for him.
All of these women, all of them were just faces. Just bodies that he used over and over again. They were nameless, faceless. To him they were not people, only things.
But there was one woman who was more than a thing to him. She had always been more than a thing to him. She was always there, as long as he could remember. Everything he held dear was supported by her, nestled in her embrace.
She was a fiery one and he knew that to anger her was to invite death.
She was loving as well, a paradox. She provided for him and his crew, all the while holding within her those who she stole from the living.
To him, she was all. Omnipotent. Omniscient. Omnipresent.
To him, she was the only woman that could satisfy him and yet never is used by him for pleasure. She had spoiled him for all others.
So yes, he deserved their hatred and their jealousy. After all, once a man sold his heart to the sea no other woman could buy it from her. The sea was his mother, his lover, his god. She always was, is and would be the only woman he was faithful to.
And Jack would be faithful for all time.
An: Short, but hopefully more meaningful than previous entries. I doubt anyone will read this but oh well. It felt good to write something that has a little tiny smidgen of talent for once. I just pray to god that the talent grows into something resembling an 8th grade level of writing. God knows I needed it back in that grade.... So yeah, read review whatever. Just let me know if you feel the love and the need to comment.
He knew that he deserved the slaps. He deserved those and so much more. He knew that what did insulted them, made them feel cheapened. To be able to cheapen a whore, was that what he had become?
Yet, still he could not stop. Could not stop moving to the next woman. Could not remember their names. Could not settle down, be an honest man. He never was and never would be. It was too late for him.
All of these women, all of them were just faces. Just bodies that he used over and over again. They were nameless, faceless. To him they were not people, only things.
But there was one woman who was more than a thing to him. She had always been more than a thing to him. She was always there, as long as he could remember. Everything he held dear was supported by her, nestled in her embrace.
She was a fiery one and he knew that to anger her was to invite death.
She was loving as well, a paradox. She provided for him and his crew, all the while holding within her those who she stole from the living.
To him, she was all. Omnipotent. Omniscient. Omnipresent.
To him, she was the only woman that could satisfy him and yet never is used by him for pleasure. She had spoiled him for all others.
So yes, he deserved their hatred and their jealousy. After all, once a man sold his heart to the sea no other woman could buy it from her. The sea was his mother, his lover, his god. She always was, is and would be the only woman he was faithful to.
And Jack would be faithful for all time.
An: Short, but hopefully more meaningful than previous entries. I doubt anyone will read this but oh well. It felt good to write something that has a little tiny smidgen of talent for once. I just pray to god that the talent grows into something resembling an 8th grade level of writing. God knows I needed it back in that grade.... So yeah, read review whatever. Just let me know if you feel the love and the need to comment.