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February 9 - February 10, 2017
“You have one year left at college,” he says, “and you’re going to throw it all away?” I shake my head. “It’s the opposite,” I tell him. “My life is just beginning.”
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“You have some demonic-looking eyes, myshka.” He stares right into them, and I barely graze over the foreign word myshka. “They’re nearly black.”
“If I’m a demon, then you must be the devil.”
I no longer want to live in fantasy. I want the images in my mind to be real.
He’s peeling away my layers like he’s stripping a bed. Quickly. Hurriedly. With little care of the mattress underneath. It makes me feel feeble. Nervous, even.
his dark brown hair hangs over a red bandana
He is power. Man. And strength. He is charm and desire and indestructible things.
He tilts my chin up with two fingers, his eyes doing most of the smiling now, searching me. “What black eyes you have…” “All the better to devour you with.” That wasn’t me. I’m not that witty.
“I’d rather feed your hunger than watch you starve, and you’re foolish if you say no.”
Who can explain the drum of their heart or the burst of their lungs? Give me that person. I need them because words fail my senses.
The pull between us is mellow, but hot, like magma that slowly rolls down volcanic rock.
If his eyes are hell, his tongue is heaven, and I would gladly return.
“With her, and only with her, the dead in me is alive.”
