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27 July - Original - The Separation Between
Title: The Separation Between
Day/Theme: July 27 – “People like me, with knives.”
Series: Original
Rating: PG
The woman within the glass bubble whispered quietly "I can not let you in, and I can't let myself out. I cant do these things for it would be my fall from grace."
The man replied from his chair "It is then your folly to embrace such actions, such thought."
She nodded and carried on as she always did, always had done. Time forever carried on backwards.
He reached her, his fingers and palms splayed against the glass – warm and condensed sweat kissing that which held her within.
"Are you not beautiful in your depths and tremulous in your fragility?"
"Do you not strive to be within my arms?"
She nodded.
“Im so very tired, but not enough. Just a tiredness of the bones and not the mind, and feet are cold from the damp and moss”
"Join me, walk down these hallowed halls – follow me down into the ether, where we would swim within the most heavenly of silks, and the richest of velvets, join me, so your tongue and hand slide beneath, eye and nail deep inside all crevices and all openings, made or unmade by you and get inside as you haven't ever done before."
"I could show you my grand love affair in all the words I know and love, of those that I collect, and think, I could show you all these and more. Walk with me, won't you? Please?"
He smiled and reached beneath the glass and drew her out.
"You are my heart, and I will never let you go."
Day/Theme: July 27 – “People like me, with knives.”
Series: Original
Rating: PG
The woman within the glass bubble whispered quietly "I can not let you in, and I can't let myself out. I cant do these things for it would be my fall from grace."
The man replied from his chair "It is then your folly to embrace such actions, such thought."
She nodded and carried on as she always did, always had done. Time forever carried on backwards.
He reached her, his fingers and palms splayed against the glass – warm and condensed sweat kissing that which held her within.
"Are you not beautiful in your depths and tremulous in your fragility?"
"Do you not strive to be within my arms?"
She nodded.
“Im so very tired, but not enough. Just a tiredness of the bones and not the mind, and feet are cold from the damp and moss”
"Join me, walk down these hallowed halls – follow me down into the ether, where we would swim within the most heavenly of silks, and the richest of velvets, join me, so your tongue and hand slide beneath, eye and nail deep inside all crevices and all openings, made or unmade by you and get inside as you haven't ever done before."
"I could show you my grand love affair in all the words I know and love, of those that I collect, and think, I could show you all these and more. Walk with me, won't you? Please?"
He smiled and reached beneath the glass and drew her out.
"You are my heart, and I will never let you go."