Clear

Just a short something.

It is a warm, clear spring day.

You asked me to meet you here, at the park.

The sun is shining brightly, making my nearly transparent skin glow.

I take seat under a tree at the top of the hill and wait.

I close my eyes and let the sun warm my face. A sutble breeze rustles the leaves, breaking our silence. The eartsh breath helps fill my lungs. I take slow breaths.

I hear your heavy footsteps in the grass. You sit in front of me. I do not open my eyes. Seeing you would kill me. Even though I cannot see you, I feel your eyes raking over every inch of me.

The wind jostles me again. You fingertips brush my cheeks, under my eyes.

"I couldn't of done this." You whisper. I do not need to correct you.

You know, damn well.

You twirl my hair between your long fingers.

"It's gotten so long."

I let the air out of my lungs.

You take my hands, folding them into yours.

"So small, you're so small.."

Reviews

[K-LeB Deathman]

Intriguing, an painful... you capture pain amazingly well. Also love the attention to detail :)

[Matt]

hmm i really like this. it has a sense of mystery to it.
intriguing piece .

[ICE]

Its feels like part of a very mini series. I want there to be more. The feelings of sadness and pain come across nicely. Great work!