deeper into the drink [calla]
Mar 4, 2017 20:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Gavin on Mar 4, 2017 20:32:05 GMT -5
SEREN WARFIELD
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"Don't you?"
It's a hard whisper I might have missed if I wasn't listening so intently.
Do I?
Am I satisfied?
It was good, but the roaring in my chest only ceased for a moment before resuming, louder and more insistent than ever. Yes, it's saying, Yes, this is it, now more.
It's saying, I'm not satisfied. I'm not satisfied, yet.
I let my thumb slowly slide away from my half-open mouth until my hand drops, glancing against his own fingers. He's still watching. I try to read into his expression for some kind of hint as to what he wants to hear, but I can't see anything. There's only confusion that I'm sure is mirrored back in my own eyes and it hits me that he's just as lost as I am, just as unsure. He doesn't know what he's doing either.
Somehow it's comforting.
It's starting to rain now, but just barely, drops of mist falling on my exposed skin.
I should have figured. Storms always make me soft.
I can still taste his blood in my mouth, it mixes with mine flowing from the cracks in my lip.
"No."
The statement should be simple. Fact.
Instead, it's a challenge. A confession.
He's just leaving his fingers there, not moving them, not stirring. Barely touching me. Out of respect or intimidation? Is he disgusted by me, or is it something even simpler; we cannot look directly at the sun for fear of going blind but on a day like this one the clouds provide just enough cover to make it possible, a forbidden glimpse of heaven, showing you exactly what you're missing out on.
Neither of us is the sun. We are only mortals and he's staring at me the same way I'm staring at him.
We're caught in a stalemate.