Salt of The Earth
Author: Sineya
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Liz P.O.V.
Spoilers: Extremely slight one for "Heart of Mine"
Summary: Emotions are addicting.........
Author's Notes: This episode just pissed me off. I have no idea why, it's not because of the strange triangle we've had going on for months now. I just......I hate cliffhangers.
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Have you ever tasted teardops?
In the past year, I've shed tears of anger, tears of happiness, and tears of deep, abiding grief.
They taste different you know.
Anger is delicious. Sort of sweet, and at the same time salty. For some reason I feel more alien when I'm mad, because the tears taste so good. Enraged tears are the perfect combination.
Happiness is sweet. Like chocolate and cinnamon, vanilla and hazelnut. Tears of happiness are the tears of a human. I don't know why or how I know, but I need something in my life that resemble normal, so when I shed my happy tears I try and savor them.
Because there's always so few.
Now grief. Grief is the most bitter, the most acrid.
The most salty.
Grief reminds me of sweat and blood. A sour, spicy taste that stays in your mouth for days, weeks.
I've tasted grief so many times this passing year that it's become my favorite. It's addictive, it's ambrosial, it's a drug. I have many reasons for the tears of grief –heartache, sorrow, death, love.
I crave grief so deeply these days.
Every thought, every minute detail in my life is intertwined with pain.
I died, I lived.
It doesn't surprise me that the latter is the cause of most of my tears. Death is an easy way out. It's living that kills you.
I watch and I listen and I see.
All cause some kind of anguish in my life.
Him, her, them.
He is the cause of every tear, every breath I take is his fault. When I eat in the morning it's because of him. When I sleep at night, it's because of him.
When I wake in the morning it's because of her. She causes the death and the betrayal and the sickness inside me. She's the reason for every smile and every laugh.
And they, them –they're grief exceeds all.
When I see them together, when they touch? I run. When they kiss and press against each other? I run.
And the tears come, the relief come's.
Some cut themselves, they're addicted to the relief of pain. Some drink, they're addicted to the numbness, the intoxication. And some are junkie's, druggie's, they crave the mindlessness, the blissful ignorance.
I look and I listen.
And I cry.
Hi, my name is Liz.
And I'm addicted to grief.
~FINIS~
Author: Sineya
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Liz P.O.V.
Spoilers: Extremely slight one for "Heart of Mine"
Summary: Emotions are addicting.........
Author's Notes: This episode just pissed me off. I have no idea why, it's not because of the strange triangle we've had going on for months now. I just......I hate cliffhangers.
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Have you ever tasted teardops?
In the past year, I've shed tears of anger, tears of happiness, and tears of deep, abiding grief.
They taste different you know.
Anger is delicious. Sort of sweet, and at the same time salty. For some reason I feel more alien when I'm mad, because the tears taste so good. Enraged tears are the perfect combination.
Happiness is sweet. Like chocolate and cinnamon, vanilla and hazelnut. Tears of happiness are the tears of a human. I don't know why or how I know, but I need something in my life that resemble normal, so when I shed my happy tears I try and savor them.
Because there's always so few.
Now grief. Grief is the most bitter, the most acrid.
The most salty.
Grief reminds me of sweat and blood. A sour, spicy taste that stays in your mouth for days, weeks.
I've tasted grief so many times this passing year that it's become my favorite. It's addictive, it's ambrosial, it's a drug. I have many reasons for the tears of grief –heartache, sorrow, death, love.
I crave grief so deeply these days.
Every thought, every minute detail in my life is intertwined with pain.
I died, I lived.
It doesn't surprise me that the latter is the cause of most of my tears. Death is an easy way out. It's living that kills you.
I watch and I listen and I see.
All cause some kind of anguish in my life.
Him, her, them.
He is the cause of every tear, every breath I take is his fault. When I eat in the morning it's because of him. When I sleep at night, it's because of him.
When I wake in the morning it's because of her. She causes the death and the betrayal and the sickness inside me. She's the reason for every smile and every laugh.
And they, them –they're grief exceeds all.
When I see them together, when they touch? I run. When they kiss and press against each other? I run.
And the tears come, the relief come's.
Some cut themselves, they're addicted to the relief of pain. Some drink, they're addicted to the numbness, the intoxication. And some are junkie's, druggie's, they crave the mindlessness, the blissful ignorance.
I look and I listen.
And I cry.
Hi, my name is Liz.
And I'm addicted to grief.
~FINIS~
