Under the willow tree by the lake we stopped to undress ourselves of our bodies. Wordlessly, we turned our backs to each other, cheeks blooming red with the shame of revealing our mottled skin after all those hours of beauty. Savouring my final moments I edged closer to the water until my feet broke its silent surface. It swirled into the small spaces between my toes, spitting at my ankles with its cold tongue.
Stifling a sigh I peeled the fleshoff me like the skin off an orange.The world turned from a carnival of colours into a grey, translucent illusion before my eyes. The distant symphony warped as if pushed through an ocean. My toes wriggled in empty space. The lake water stilled, oblivious to our existences. We stood there, faces drooped in defeat. Skin withered and eyes sunken. The prospect of an insipid existence creaked in our limbs.
This is how we exist. To forever linger in the darkness, waiting, for the next midsummer to sweep us into the frivolity of life.Waiting, for an unsuspecting girl to gift us with her mortality so that we could live again. Just for one night.
12 years, 11 months & 23 days ago
I shall pick my favourite three pieces, and the prizes are as follows:
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My favourite quote: "the words twisted around in my mind like the churning ocean during a storm"
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