The Way We Love

Fighting For Your Heart

We are born kicking and screaming.
So we awaken to the light,
fighting for the air we breathe in; conquering our fright.
Blood against our bones.
Ivy in our sight.
There my garden grows,
from the ruptures in my soul.
I hope we decompose.

(𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯)

Life is a delicate and harrowing dance.
The beauty is in the breaking of our bones.
So let us dance until our hearts stop beating...

Feather's eyes crumbled before me, like two spoons scooping up a heavy snowball of sadness. Her pupils were dark and rich like displaced dirt in crystal watery trenches.

When she stared at me with such intensity I felt the sun fade in its auburn glory behind a mellow burnished brilliance. It burned with a tantalizing passion.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked annoyed, as we bumped into each other in the hallway.

I had gotten out of the shower ten minutes ago and decided to give myself a tour of the rooms. But of course, Feather was always close behind me.

Before I could protest, Feather's arms were comfortably placed around my waist, squeezing the life out of me.

"You didn't leave!" she sobbed happily.

I squirmed uncomfortably in her fortified prison, "Feather, get off of me!" I said sternly.

I took a deep breath, as she rested her head against my chest gently. Her curls sailed gradually across her shoulders, like swopping arches that playfully bounced in content.

Feather seemed peaceful, anchored in my arms as if this was the only place she ever wanted to be.

My heart howled, vexed by the way she made me seem weak.

"Feather!" I whispered gently.

She didn't let go, just looked at me with puppy eyes, "I thought you had left, but you didn't!" she explained in a muffled voice, as she snuggled me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm here for the free food, and hot water" I explained prying her off of me.

My stomach growled.

Feather blushed, her cheeks rippling a rosy pink hue, "you stayed" she hummed happily to herself.

I had no idea what had gotten into her, but it didn't matter. I promised myself that this was the last time I was going to see her.

"We're going out tonight. It's sibling night. My brother and I usually go bowling. We want you to come" she grinned.

"Nope, I'm leaving this weird cult," I said firmly.

Feather put her hands on her hips, finally releasing me.

"This isn't a negotiation! You will be staying with us for a few days until I'm sure you feel better, and while you're here you might as well go out with us." she huffed.

I pressed Feather's hand against my temple, "see, I feel better! I know you wouldn't know this, but I was hungover and dehydrated. I'm fine and I'm leaving" I said looking for my shoes.

Feather scowled, "fine, if you leave I'll haunt you for the rest of my life. I'll come to your so-called job and tell them you have mono" she threatened.

"My clients probably have contracted worse, and I always use protection but nice try!" I winked, calling her bluff.

I thought for a moment, "if I stay tonight, will you promise to leave me alone and never bother me again?" I negotiated.