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My book for the 30 Day Image Prompt Contest |
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Hmm, let's see how this goes... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I wish I could tell you about the time his hand graced my inner thigh as his girlfriend poured drinks in the kitchen, ten feet away, completely oblivious in her sad, little blouse and bouncing blond ponytail. Or the time we sat on the hood of my car, replaying our memories like movie clips for each other, highlighted trailers of our best moments, the rest disregarded completely until we lifted our shirts and compared our scars, traced them along each other's ribs with the tips of our fingers, nails chewed to the quick. I could fill a black hole with our ups and downs, years of quiet reprieve followed by the mounting weight pressed against my chest cavity, begging to be freed once and for all. I wish I could give the words a simple meaning that would explain all the things I never told you- never could, or maybe didn't want to as your legs bounced in my peripheral. I was too scared to meet your gaze, stuck inside my own mind where I felt safe and smooth, all the while my frame was rough like crumbling brick you could dig your nails into and come back with a free margin full of ash. I wish I could tell you where I've been, or what I've been, rather... and watch your eyes light up with interest or burn with anger as I draw infinity eights against my palm, waiting for any reaction that might quicken my pulse or make my breath catch in my throat. I want you to know how he holds my head up and cups my face, running his thumb along the strong lines of my jaw when I need it the most. Forget it. Add this to the fire, and watch the flame grow. It's just another thing you'll never know. |