Melancholia
It comes from knowing
we will always be a_p_a_r_t.
She taught me that life
tasted like a cool mint in
*w*
*i*
*n*
*t*
*e*
*r*
and it was sPonTAnIoUS
u
n
p
r
e
d
i
c
t
a
b
l
e.
She taught me that life
was more than dark letters on crisp partchment –
it bows to
no woman.
We were definitely that.
Women made for battle..
Born to live…
[not die].
[never die].
Yet I find myself
afflicted
alone
lost
c?o?n?f?u?s?e?d
d?e?s?u?f?n?o?c
lost
alone
afflicted
is what I have become
lying between empty sheets
trying to suffocate me
*why?*
**why can't I breathe?**
with dreams of happiness. His red hair.
? lost ?
[Her Scottish brogue,
the taste of ginger snaps and whiskey on her lips
are not mine to crave.]
? alone ?
I settle of larger and his Mother's cooking
(always better than mine.
Fucking Mummy's boy.)
like a good girl. The best girl.
? lostaloneconfused ?
[A woman only under her hands.
Hands which are not mine to crave.]
A/N: This freeverse has been entered in the following challenges:
- The Harry Potter Femmeslash Project with the pairing: Hermione/Minerva
- The Musical Terms Challenge with the prompt: #66 Lotano.
- The Key Signature Competition for D Minor.
- The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Competition for Decoy Detonators.
- The I'm Falling In Love... Again Competition with Hermione/Minerva