With Eyes Closed The Color Of Drowning
With Eyes Closed
The Color Of Drowning
Regret...
“I love you.” You say in a tone that pierces the tongue before
escaping your lips- twelve gauge. I've heard you say this so many
times, but you mean it this time, just like last time.
'I don't much like needles.' I think to myself, so I ignore the words
and close my eyes. You lay your head on my chest and all the lies
burn a hole through my heart. So many promises, empty. But I
suppose I can pretend, for now. It isn't hard. It just hurts sometimes.
I push the thought back and pull you closer. I run my finger down
your naked back; cool soft skin shivers as I touch your spine. So this
is what it's come to- feigning intimacy? You are an impostor and this
is not your skin. I caress your neck and imagine what you really look
like beneath your mask. A monster, pale and dead just like you left
her. I remember the night, as clear as day through the scope.
She was so beautiful.
Like rain.
It was raining.........................................................