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.........................................................