Touch

(A poetry embedded in my chest for a long time.  I didn't pluck up enough courage to allow this writing to be made public. For recently, he had changed or probably, I had mistaken him for a genuine him. I discovered a fault running through faint lines. And having discovered the fault, I will try to dry my damp eyes. I'm bleeding inside, I have lost a bright frame. I am afraid to hunt for the new light.  In the darkness, my creators tell me " You are a suffocator. Leave them behind, only then will you heal. Close you eyes to the stillness, only then will you understand." I think, maybe it's time, I let go, of him.

Touch;

Fingertips.
Hair. 
Skin.   
Voices.

Touch. The Flames ignite, blood rushed down the body, our eyes flooded delirium.

A brush against the skin, a moment of euphoria. The silence, they long knew, incited a strong intensity between two human bodies -- kept rummaging alive.

He extracts the oxygen in my lungs, I unveil him by the layer. He makes up the quiet yet loud, obnoxious ringing noises in my head, pounding-- pounding, only for me to hear. 
And I have nothing to offer, accept for the promise of undisturbed silence. 

When I peered through the dimensions of his heart, I found-- Compassionate jewels in his blood that filled him whole, he is kind. 

Under the sunlight, it shined the brightest and I am the first fighter, to steal away that limelight.  

Images of his eyes swallowed my mind. You can say, is a unique interaction between two souls-- A conflicting desire and longings, a powerful longing for the hungry each other.

My silent thoughts :  They crawled through my veins and flowed into him, they whispered, " I want to drown myself in your words, your voice. I want to be your warrior, your ally. I want you to be the sky -- I'm the moon. I want you laying intensely by my side, close enough to hear my heart skip a beat, my stifled breathing. You are mine."

A forest fire heart, that was --(him) It burned beautifully while he blew, softly. 
The cherry blossoms I held ;
They bloomed under the gilded moonlight.

Once again.
I looked into his eyes-- I saw
The diffused morning light.

He made me human.

But , it didn't take long for the creators to cast a wicked spell -- To smother me away from him. They raged and commanded 'time' to look for the tidal waves, to follow them, to leave and never return.

"To. End. It. All." The chants followed the notes in crescendo. 

I fought against them until I realized what I fought, was no one, but myself.

I tried to hold him but his lips turned into sand and the whole of him  cascaded through my hands. 

Making a castle on the floor.

We are breathing the fumes,
In a smoke-filled-room.

I watched in tears, as his skin, flesh, bones, silhouette and the last of him -- his shadows, blended into the darkness, and perished into the air.

Im left alone, again.

Touch found its new unborn comfort ;  
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Fiction

XX,


I dreamed of him as he said "The pain is over, the night absorbs it, I swallow it. I'm keeping you safe, safe with me. I will take you away from harm." For those who are lost , for him.

Let go of you.

XX,

It's time , i , Let go of you.

Mood : A blackened waterfall