IT HAUNTS ME
THE PAIN CIRCLES
MY TEMPLES AND
I HEAR THEIR SCREAMS
THERE IS NOTHING WORSE
THAN A PILE OF
BAD DREAMS.
.
silence.
there is silence here.
this hotel room seemed so big
before his heart filled the room
i watch him,
blue eyes studying the walls
fingertips barely touching
the dresser,
his lips move,
but there is no sound
coming from them.
although i am taller,
i am feeling so small next to him.
"tonight... tonight will be a
beginning.."
he says, glancing over,
at me with wide eyes.
my heart beats faster.
"y..yes."
my voice shakes.
"harry.."
he walks over to me,
and i flinch at the glass
breaking from beneath his skin,
as he reaches out.
breath like hot coals on my neck.
"i want you to be yourself,
i want you harry."
a feeling pulses through
the very fiber of my being and i don't
know what to say to him.
there is a bag, hanging from a chair,
and i sit him down on the bed,
and tell him to shut his eyes.
for some reason this is the most
intimate thing i have ever done for
anyone.
showing myself, the broken jagged pieces
that remain trapped, lodged
inside a writhing soul.
i quietly take off my pants,
revealing the tight briefs that are
like a second skin.
and the shirt that protects me
from their claws and whips
and chains.
i remove my shield.
i slip on the socks.
"haley, i always knew you'd be
beautiful."
i want to scream.
but instead, i
let the light shine on my pale
skin,
and i tell him
"open your eyes"
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfic[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
