Blinded Sight

§ thirty-nine §

You immediately reacted to her kiss

by wrapping your arms around

her waist,

kissing her back.

She had no control.

She didn't even know why

she was still kissing you.

She snapped back

to reality

when your hands tried to

get under her shirt.

She pushed you off her

and she saw fire

burning in his icy blue orbs,

the alcohol in his system making

the flame

stronger.

You grabbed her wrist tightly,

cutting the blood flow

to her hand.

"Stop being such a tease.

I know you want this,

and even if you don't

you will

because you're my bitch."

She slapped you.

"Why you little-"

He caught your fist

just as you

were about to swing at her.

He punched you,

but she didn't see.

She was already outside

crying the same old tears

over
        and
                over
                        again.

She was tired of being so

blind.

But maybe that was a

good thing;

there was nothing to see

in this miserable world

but pain and suffering anyway.