this man had all the tricks up his pomegranate velvet sleeves. when he laughed, the universe replied by writing in the sky. when he sang, the ground beneath rumbled with the soul of eons in a dissonant bass harmony. he could conjure love from air, beauty from dirt. he held the deck, he controlled it, and he lit the world on fire.
he held all the cards, asked me to pick some, then let them dance across his white-gloved fingers. they jumped and sprang, flew through the air, doing acrobatics from another world.
i chose. ace of hearts. it looked blood-red on the card, the crimson nearly dripping off. i slid it back into the pile.
he smiled at me, and shuffled the deck.
when i said stop, he lay the deck out. my heart was nowhere to be found. i asked him why. he merely laughed, grinned a little, then kissed me on the head with those tantalizingly rose lips, and i felt him hands slip down my neck. a million pixies danced up and down my spine - by god, it felt like a supernova had exploded in my stomach, like starlight was seeping out of him and into me, like i understood everything at once and nothing at all, like he was teaching me his tricks, like i could finally conjure love like he did.
but then he left. he left the deck, he left the cards, all 51 of them, with my heart still in his pocket.
(you'll have to forgive me,
for doing what i did,
for thinking he could conjure love beyond an idea,
i was enchanted by the magic.)
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a/n: yuck didn't like this at all
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fire in the sky
Thơ caall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
