do it,the coldness of the steel reminded her that she was still among humankind,she hadn't crossed that line, she laid in blood knew it like first breath her hand was shaking and wet yet she couldn't feel the power it was suppose to have given her, her cape didn't appear there was know "poof" of confidence, there was nothing, nothing but that sweet smell in the air lingering above her head in her face was enuf. It wasn't the hospital bills, lost jobs, children, family or friends. It wasn't the Virginia jail (two weeks), it wasn't her now lazy eye from the bone being broken, or her closed womb neva to be filled no generations for her, it was that scent, smelt too, too often. It was how he slept so sound with that scent still on him that makes the squeeze all so bearable.....
Looking at the rise and fall of the chocolate mountain he is, his skin dark and inviting, she wondered how she let herself get like this. His scent can't be washed from her skin, not even a bath of tomatoes will cleanse his scent from her. Yet the smell of lillies fill their bedroom, not even the smell of her blood thick in the creaves of the corners of their bed and walls deep int he carpet soaked in the mattress, could drown out the sweet stint of this simple bitch. Could she possibly be as simple as she was? He parades her scent like a badge, had he done mine the same. I took her place, that is what i hate the most, that I took her place and as she laughed and cried in my face she told me how she hoped, wished and pray that he will give me all that he had given to her and more. God, how I can feel the heat of her breathe on my face now, the heat of her spit caught in the corners of my fingers. My thighs still quivering from his touch with the scent of lillies on the finger tips pushing inside of me as if to try and match my scent to hers melting and mixing and i have no more tears, no one had tears for her not even me the other simple bitch. How i tried to ripped him from my skin, tried to purge myself and make things right the third times gut the laughter in her eyes made me crawl back up into myself and walk away. she crazy, yeah she crazy....cause he does it all, he gives his all and take everymostthing inside of you. I am getting dizzy the air is hot and stiffling, I am consumed with this smell inside of me now. It is getting heavy and one hand will not do if i am to do it right and be free. The three of us lock into this cycle past, present and future simple bitches. where is the power you promised me, my anger and confusion began to stir, and the pain of years and years and centuries before pain done built and spilled over and i can't believe you to be human, kiss a frog and turned eyes green. that wasn't suppose to happen and the sea in front of me is making me dizzy, who am i? and before his eyes can open, i squeeze down with all my might waking to flashes of light, hands asleep like giants on bean stalks.
I'm not sure exactly what's going on but there's a lot of pain being expressed. Your words conjure up images almost supernatural so I am trying to fathom their meaning. Some of the best writing I've ever seen if I could only understand.
