When you sleep, she's standing there with open arms; and one night could last forever. And if you asked her, she'd never let go. And you'd stay forever.
For the first time since we separated over a year ago, I thought of Evelyn in a sexual way.
She didn't come in a nightmare, or a fleeting dream of the past; she came seductively and with a wicked smile on her lips. She promised me things I couldn't imagine anymore, told me things I had forgotten, and left me breathless as I woke.
It was three AM, I was wide awake and the image was burned into the back of my retinas. She laughed gently and told me what to do, so I did.
When I finished, I was exhausted and rolled over back to sleep. She stayed on the outskirts of my mind, becoming a spectre that was always in my peripherals, but never in front of me.
I don't know what it means, or why it happened. I haven't been able to think of anything save heartbreak or a nauseous stomach every time she comes, or if I'm lucky; begging for me back only to realize it was just another sick twist.
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Hey I just noticed that you commented on some entry I had in my blog and I just wanted to say thanks for the compliment(s). It took me forever to notice because literally no one I know has the url to my page so I assume I never have an audience. And btw, your writing's impressive and any larry arms fan is a friend for sure.
ReplyDeleteHah, no worries. It's tough writing for attention when you don't get any. Let's face it, if you're writing online, you're hoping for something.
ReplyDeleteFor sure man, I wish I could have made it to the show...