Things Have A Way"That looks like blood."Things Have A Way by thecosmiclove
"So it does."
He searches his skin. Nothing tainted copper there.
"Here," tapping his chest.
He looks at her.
She speaks too.
"Let me bandage you up."
"Please, don't touch me."
Bleeding. He's always bleeding. Metallic air and salt.
Gentle finger on heated flesh, he's soft, trying to heal the bleeding boy.
He pauses, then extends an arm, opening his heart.
Chapped lips, soft skin, faded brown. Stains. Empty. Filling.
"I'll heal you."
Opening. This is the giving where they take an equal amour. Two of them, lean bodies. Sweat aligned.
Salt and copper.
"Yes. And he loves them."
She giggles, patting his hand.
"Are you happy?"
He smiles, gentle tilt.
"No one can be saved unless they want to save themselves."
A story. Silver lines on flesh-toned skin. Love healed, love changed.
Love for another.
Love from another.
Love for oneself.
"Let them know I survived."
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Hello! Writing introductions is very intimidating for me because they're a summation of identity that's passed off as trivial. My identity is complex, like everyone's, and I don't know how to quickly and cleanly present it in a way that will make me appear unique, intelligent, or interesting, so if you want to get to know me, read some of my prose or start a conversation and that can be our introduction. |
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