something new

She relented to her own fate. She knew that it would happen soon and found no recourse in her hiding. Soon he would be upon her, creep softly through the door, breathe in just a tiny bit -enough to smell the milk on her breath and the powder between her thighs. He’d pull the down comforter over her shut eyes and sigh a sinful sigh and shed dream of night trains and black skies with stars that only illuminate beneath water.

She’ll know that it is too late to recapture any sense of beauty in the dark, a dark that is fragile and intemperate. When she breathes in whiskey and night and sorrow shell know what it means to be ugly, shell know what it means to taste fear and death and emptiness so much she tastes it in her throat where a scream wants to release, but remains trapped beneath her tongue and caught between her teeth.

She’ll turn you a half smile, flash those brilliant eyes of hers in your direction — all the while with a crooked smile. You may wonder or even envy what s exactly off about her face, that exquisitely beautiful face, the one that always keeps you guessing. A beauty like hers she will never own. Maybe in the dark black of night, with stars that only illuminate beneath water

~ by Timbre on March 15, 2008.