A Slow Kill

from http://www.refinedguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Girls-Drinking-Whiskey-38.png

The sun drifted across my skin to tell me I had nothing of you, any longer. But if you would still remember how you knew me, you would know that condemnation of losing was not in my tongue.

So euphoria came in disguise of white lines against the cheap aluminum foil – hell delivered by the abrupt trance of tiny freckles into my nostrils. Blood dripped from my nose, but no care was exposed.

Lust was presented in the body of the young man devouring me with his eyes. I flicked my tongue across his hard lips and he took every piece I broke because of you. He invigorated the dead hormones I killed when whiskey, gin, and tequila became my water.

Finished with his crazy antics, I pushed him and plucked a cigarette between the crescent of my breasts. I gulped the barely visible fog – my lungs were trespassed by the sudden intruder. A slow kill – a beautiful death. It wounded my weak ribs.

But nothing and nobody burned me to ashes like you do.

I loathed you.

And I woke up every single day, trying to save the drowning piece of who you deserted; doing my best to relive a replacement like you.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: