Short Dark thoughts, I'm extreemly bord...and tierd and I can't speel anymoer.
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These are sett in the universe of scars.
Even thogh I've not wrote it all yett.
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Dark Thoughts
She Died Today, and her blood won't wash off my hands. No matter how hot the water is the sweet red, is still on my hands.
The look in her dark chocolate orbs as she took her last gasp, as she choked her last breath. My hand held beneath her breast, across the dark hole that lay there.
I'll never get the taste of that last kiss out of my memory. Sweet and coppery, tinged with sadness.
I'll never forget the sound of his screams as I told him that his Sara was gone forever.
I'll Never Forget.
Her Skin, Her Sweet skin.
The feel of it against mine, a hot ivory press of beauty. The tang of sweat with hints of her sidle scent on my tongue.
Her loops and whorls dancing along my chest, going down to a place she knows best.
I stop her, and she lays her head in my neck and sighs. Then I feel the soft intensity of those rose petals on my pulse point and I smile.
She places her long slender fingers on my chest and I and inspect them in the light.
The patterns, a rarity.
Just like her.
A rose. One single rose like her.
Many thorns but if you know to hold she won't hurt you get too brave and she will.
Me a bramble, full of spines that grow everywhere, sweet with fruits at the end that always leave a bad taste in your mouth.
But he's poison Ivy. Green and disgusting, sucks the life out of everything and lives forever.
But she's a rose, soft and though.
The grass and the stone and the single rose.
I squeeze his shoulder my silent telling that it's okay to cry.
he does and finally the heavens open.
Sara's never late, and I'm starting to worry.
It's raining...something in our relationship changes when it rains.
But what? Is it good? Or Bad? Or Both?
I close my eyes on the sofa waiting for her, the soft drum of the rain on the roof hypnotic.
First I see Sara alone, beneath me, eyes closed head back humming.
Then skin and a tattoo I recognise. Her hands in hair but not mine his.
I don't wake up immediately .It's just a dream.
Then I see her kissing him, sleeping with him, having his child and me alone.
In the rain.