My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
- William Empson
Thirst
A drabble by Haiju
I have her now, but she's not mine.
Forcing affection poisons it. Passion demanded is ruined, miserable, false. It is tainted with intent, warped by resentment. Love conquered is no love at all.
But I maintain the superficial lie, even if it's salt on the wound. Even if it leaves me further embittered and twisted. I cheat, I manipulate, I coerce. I'll take her pity. I'll use her guilt. I'll grasp for anything I can get.
I smile back at her, and pretend I don't see the revulsion behind her eyes.
A man dying of thirst will drink even poison.
A/N:
Thought of making this a longer piece, but realized I have nothing more to say. This may show up in a different form in the future. Concrit please?
-Hj