11346, ruined (1 of my favorite pieces of work) Posted by mindful, Tue Aug-10-04 04:46 PM
ruined
*somewhere in a steam-filled bathroom*
a fresh shave can be annoying---she scratches her cooch, washes her hands, and lites an incense. *erases fog from mirror with finger tips* what has become of her? timeless eyes that look deep into the souls of man. time isn't as precious, nor are the events She has planned, but her reflection reminds her that life could be worse than it is.
the hand is dealt. she's played every round, tossed every trick, reneged so often, she can't even remember what is what and who is who. while staring at herself, she notices the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, she smiles. a marking she and all of her siblings have. the smell of burned cinnamon fills the air, inhaling what could be life to her in the past, she remembers nag champa, musk, and vanilla essence.
*grabs towel from rack* she dries every curve, noticing the inches and angles she's gained. a tease rite now would be good to/for her. *he looks at her reflection too* her smile leaves, movements become hurried, and what was once an inviting smell has turned into overdue shit.
he wants her. he needs her. she's been wanted before. she's been needed before. she's been "there" before and he... can't seem to understand, it has left her feeling ruined.
©Tremaine L. Loadholt/Tuesday, June 01, 2004
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