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This is the second drabble; is longer than the first, so there will be probably more grammar errors, you know :P If there are, tell me please. I am trying to improve :D
The last drabble now is translated :P If you enjoy this one – please, reviews n.n – …I will update early, ok?
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What is the flavour of this kiss? ;)
Kisses (Flavour)
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1996
In the last days everything tastes bitter.
Stacy goodbye tasted bitter, Baltimore goodbye tasted bitter and his leg goodbye tasted bitter. His palate burns when he remembers his entire "goodbye", so he prefers not to remember.
She knows it and for that reason she has come this night; outside is raining and her hair is wet, but it is not so much important to her. And when he allows her to come into, her serious appearance and her grey, bitter look do not look so much important to him.
When he kisses her is not delicate – also in these days everything is too much delicate – and that is something disordered and chaotic. When she kisses him there is not any softness either, or sweetness. It is aggressive, violent, and it marks its trace with blood. It does not taste like winter or snow.
Now, they do not remember it.
Too much culpability is sweetening her lips ironically. And there is a curse when his leg fails – he does not want to assimilate that it never will be the same – and two both fall to the ground. But this time there are not any willingness o complaint looks, there are only bitter tears breaking their cheeks, and hands that undo his shirt hysterically.
She kisses him again and it becomes a nibble, because he is laughing dry, broken, and she does not want listen him.
There was other kiss, in which their mouths did not taste like spite, but now they do not remember it because now, there is only pain intermingled in their saliva, in the groans that taste like sobs, and in the sweat that pound clothes, wet, across skin.
In these last days everything tastes bitter. But some bitterness burns more than others do.
