Jul 05 2009
Rose
The faint glimmer of a light reflects off the tile of the kitchen floor. People are talking, laughing, and enjoying being social while taking shots of their liquid drug. She floats into the room, a paragon of elegance and composure. I watch as she flashes a subtle smile to the person she is talking to. Her teeth show briefly underneath her perfect lips.
I feel my blood flow for the first time in a half a year, like a statue revived after a sideways glance from Medusa, finally free to move, to feel, to be.
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I sit here staring at my pillowcase, and all I can see is you… A rose colored sunset dances throughout my mind, your face illuminated by it’s fire… And I eagerly await the day where our sun will rise; a sun which will never set, forever destined to bring light to our worlds. Our sun, our fire, our love.
