He pulls me close and with the click of a button something explodes as his lips touch mine. We run wild through the streets and our memories show up right before they collide into us. The excitement is too much to bear, so I pull him behind an abandoned car and lift my skirt. With him behind, I peek through the window and watch the hanging of Alse. As her feet twitch the people surrounding her nod and finger hushed mouths. Then he bites me and I see worm holes and the life cycle of a rose. When it reaches it’s full bloom I meet my great grandmother and as it turns brown she floats away mouthing words I don’t understand. As it returns to the earth I feel his fingers grasp me tighter for the great release. The sky isn’t heavenly and when I look down at our feet they’re in a puddle of oil, maybe from the car, or maybe seeping up out of the earth. Who knows. There’s me then there’s us. There’s I and him and we and as we tumble through the crowded streets waiting for that break, when it comes we don’t take it. Not today, not right now because death is nipping at our heels. One day turns to months and then to years and soon enough those around us turn to dust and we are nothing but decayed flesh without an ounce to live for.
Combustion

Oh. My. God. This is amazing, terrifying, and even more terrifying as the last paragraph is our brutal truth. Well done you, loved it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lol yay! I’m glad you liked it. You cheering me on gives me life. Thank you so much.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ya blew my mind, and gave me no warning! Now I have a sweet headache 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh nooo I don’t want that. I Hope it goes away soon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s gone! Your attention made it slip away 🙂 Great writing though. This one really got to me!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds like you’re having a moment when the memories of your past worked its way into your life in the present there…
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re right, Being able to have past, present, future, feelings, senses, values those things made me. And those are the things I’m trying to discover here. Makes for writing I can come back to and relearn over and over. whether it’s a reminder or a way I can take the metaphors deeper. I’m open to either. And of course I would love it if others got something out of my writing as well.
LikeLike
I wish my memories were so vivid!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sometimes the words flow naturally and I let then take their course other times I’m bludgeoning the blank page. Lol so basically my memories aren’t always so vivid.
LikeLike
Chilling!! ☺🌣❄⛄
LikeLike
Reblogged this on jimmi campkin and commented:
A fever dream of sublime sex and death.
LikeLike
‘Then he bites me and I see worm holes and the life cycle of a rose. ‘ Perfection.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brilliant piece!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for such kind words. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person