They took the sorrow from our lungs
Chased a spirit without a body,
Empty shells, no hope to embody.
No hope to embody..
no body.
A mind to sleep
graveyard..
The biting sting of regret rung around my neck, hanging me in the dry pitiful wasteland. Right now my body took the wage of violence, the beating, the dry ice in my throat, and the worst was knowing. One day, I would look back and know that the tearing split in my heart was because love made me a fool.
My lips quivered, crushed between my hands was the idea of perfect.
"I tried to look for those donuts you like...the one with..." Len's voice faded, as his jaded green eyes traced the outline of my distraught face.
"What's wrong?" he asked alarmed.
I held it in, here I was in front of a gas station about to let go out of a waterfall, and no one could know not even Len.
He squinted in deep concern, waiting for me to say something.
"Migraine" I hiccuped, turning my face away.
Dean and Maya was still in the store, which gave me time to put on the brave face I needed. I knew if I told Len, he would either kill Dean with his bare hands or turn him in, and if I confronted Dean then that would mean all the people I betrayed and lost was for nothing.
I wasn't ready for this,...I needed to lie a little longer.
Len hugged me, pulling me into the strong barrier of his arms, crushing the wind between his chest, in such a secure way that I trembled.
He studied me with a pensive softness that reminded me of the way light shadows the dismal colors of a city's hue. The emerald green was like a quiet rumble in a forest, brushing against the budding blooms of nature, capturing colors, like picking flowers.
The center of his almond eyes scooped the veins of my secret looking for the story untold. Len had the intensity of a thousand souls, trapped in the mesmerizing light, beautiful enough to be an angel.
My mouth was suddenly dry as we shared this moment.
Len patted my back firmly, before letting me go, "I hope you feel better" he said handing a water bottle.
I meant to say thank you, but my eyes caught the honey auburn glint of Dean's, and I felt ready to throw up.
I got in the car quickly, my heart racing on the wheels of emotions.
How should I act?" I wondered.
Should I just pretend that I didn't see what I saw?
God, I'm so angry!
Self loathing thoughts trickled into my head like black snowflakes in the middle of scorching August.
Dean smiled, handing me a hot dog, "food for my lady" he winked.
My lips curled in disgust as I studied him.
"Suck a fucking actor, you're not even that cute!..." my mind screamed.
I sighed, knowing that I couldn't lie enough to myself to make that true. As the sun bore against his mahogany skin, even a blind man could see Dean was fucking attractive.
His solid frame alone could make anybody scream "agua!", as the curvature of each muscle indented into his broad shoulders, Dean was chiseled hard like a truck.
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Poetry"Beg for mercy!" Dean demanded. His voice hummed lower than the purr of the RV engine running under the spurs of the hot sun. The cool teal between his stare oozed over my body like lava and I shivered in his tight grip. My lips scathed across th...
