restlessthoughtsmeander

[restlessthoughtsmeander]

She grips me as she arches underneath me, Crescent moons line my arms, Stinging sweetly, Fingernails dig dirt up from my back, Scratching out room in the rubble for seedlings to be planted, Placed delicately up and down my shoulders and neck, Sun bleached spots signaling each and every moment I have ever been loved.

Her hands find me again and I'm set aflame, As stars twinkle up my spine and fire through my skull, Her warmth spreads through my face and neck as she holds the back of my head, Down and buried deep within, I let myself be held under the water, Like an obedient dog, And I come up when I'm demanded.

Praise and sunlight flood my body, The sunrises and the moon fades, A small speck in the great blue sky, A token for her, And she sings, Sweet in my ear, Melodies and tales of love long and lasting.

The sweetness doesn't last long though, As I'm pushed down, Her claws come at me again and pierce my skin, Red hot fire once again overtakes me, And as she looks over me, With feral want that signals absolute adoration, I know I am fully and truly hers.

The water rushes over me again, I hear whining, And I can't tell if it's coming from me over the sound of the waves crashing over me, Thinking all but nothing at the same time, So full and yet so empty, I can't think, I can't speak, And all I want is her.

All I know is her, I feel her in every part of me, Each limb, spreading my legs, Holding my arms, Filling my lungs and dumping out the water from my heart, She reaches through my wire ribcage and, with her holiness, She heals me.

Ummm.

[restlessthoughtsmeander]

my brain melts to the thought of knowing that she is my girl

[restlessthoughtsmeander]

Night fell quick, a silence taking over the forest. Only broken by the sound of a chase – a struggle. Moonlight shines through the roof of the trees. Illuminating a creature as it leaps and bounds through. Over logs and rocks and small creeks where water flows and travels to larger bodies of water. Blooming with life.

Furious bounding. If she sprints, it might leave her alone. It might leave her be. Might grow bored, tired of the chase. She’s flying through the trees, faster than she’s ever gone. She’s sure she can feel its breath, each one against her skin. It’s familiar, warm and hot. It’s exhilarating. Terrifying.

Her chest heaves with each harsh inhale, coming out in pants and growls. It burns. Burns her mouth, up her throat, through her chest. She can feel her lungs set ablaze every time she draws a breath in and right back out. She knows the thing is upon her. Monstrous and set to devour her. Swallow her whole. She’ll go down easy. Every part of her must be delicious. Her taste of innocence and the sweetness that has been waning within her – Best enjoyed when it’s almost already gone.

Its footsteps are impossibly close now, in sync with her own, as large clawed paws make the leaves and sticks on the forest floor crinkle and snap with each crushing step. She wants to give up. Every part of her is red hot. Burning and aching. From the pounding of her head and heart – beating the walls of her chest and skull like an axe hitting a large trunk, endlessly and rhythmically – to the bonfire lit in her chest, flowing fiercely through her veins, carrying the sensation of hellfire to her entire person. Her whole body. Her chest, arms, legs.

She’s going to give up. The decision is made as the chase reaches a clearing. A pond sits in the middle, the same bright moon shimmering against the water, making the whole area light up in a misty glow. It’s beautiful, and she’s so tired of running. This thing wasn’t going to stop, so she will. She’ll let it have her. Ending here, her death may not be pretty, but the moon certainly is. She stops and all falls quiet. She hears only her light breaths as she steps to the pond. She looks down, water reflecting her distorted image back to her.