Who else will love you?
by 
Jordan789
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Posted: Friday, January 2, 2009 Word Count: 100 Summary: I wrote about 9 of these little flash dribbles. Involving everything from a duchess who goes poor to a boy scout who gets duct taped to a tree, and then there's this one. |
We violated ourselves on a nightly basis to a sound track of ritualistic moans and a mix of Gershwin and Mozart. This lasted for six months.
I had savored her skin, the way it bled when tickled with a razor; I savored her clavicle, like the curve of a harp under my finger, my tongue.
One night she told me, “This isn’t what I want anymore.” The memories of our love scarred her pale upper arms like raised tattoos of albino worms.
“Who else will love you?” I touched a scar.
She began to dress.
“Who else will love you?”
I had savored her skin, the way it bled when tickled with a razor; I savored her clavicle, like the curve of a harp under my finger, my tongue.
One night she told me, “This isn’t what I want anymore.” The memories of our love scarred her pale upper arms like raised tattoos of albino worms.
“Who else will love you?” I touched a scar.
She began to dress.
“Who else will love you?”