She could feel the tips of his fingers. They were warm in contrast to her skin. He ran them down her spine tenderly. She shivered, goosebumbs exponentially covering her body. A glint from the side caught her attention. A small stream of moonlight trickled through her window to reveal the small glint of the blade. He moved closer. She gulped down her sobs. Only the sounds of his steady heart beat mingled with her quick ones drummed out what was known as...as what? Fear. That was it.
I'm not ready.
The bright glint from the blade flashed into her eyes. She closed them instinctly and flinched as the cool blade rested on her throat. There it teased her, the cool metal slid up to her face and trailed the outline of her lips.
I'm not ready.
She could smell him. The whole room had his smell. It was a stench, an odour. The smell of death. Is there such smell? A tear travelled silently down her face. Her body no longer shivered. Her heart kept a steady beat.
I'm ready.
Slowly, delicately, painfully. The knife deepened into her skin. She tightened the grip of her fists. A warm liquid covered the knife and travelled down between her breasts. The crimson coloured the white sheets. The night became permanent.
Just thought I'd share you a dream I had just recently.
Until then.
xx
Whoa. Heavy stuff. I always think it's prudent to look for meaning in dreams. But also I feel that they are such a personal thing that only the dreamer is the one left qualified to interpret them.
ReplyDeleteKeenly captured sentiment. However, did you see any second meaning of the Holiday?
ReplyDeleteClose.
ReplyDeleteDo you want to keep guessing, or should I put you out of your misery? :P
ReplyDeleteHAHA! Well, your last guess was probably your closest. The holiday is a person. A good friend ... or more than that.
ReplyDeleteExactly!
ReplyDeleteBy the way. I just had some marble mud cake. Wish I could email you a piece, but sadly I don't think that would work. :P
ReplyDeleteOw. Well now. That just makes me want to go and buy some more.
ReplyDeleteWell, as long as you've got some plates left, then consider me there! And I will no doubt be grabbing some more soon ... but I can only save you a piece if I can exchange it for a piece of your creation :)
ReplyDeleteCrazy huh? That's cool though, volunteering with kids is always awesome because they show they appreciate it all the time. Even better getting paid to do it too! But that's the main reason why I didn't go into paediatrics, I get so empathetic, I'd never be able to just treat it as a job and separate from it when I wasn't at work, especially when some kids just don't get better. But to care for little ones is the best feeling the world for me, though.
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