Mar. 5th, 2008

Thank you

Mar. 5th, 2008 12:08 am
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Thanks to those out there that still think of Fred. It truly means the world.
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His skin is like green putty.

There's a porous fullness there that reminds you of those odd little creatures you used to leave in water as a kid. The kind that started out as brightly colored pills only to become monsters and dinosaurs and the stuff of other miniature-sized nightmares. Something at the surface of him glistens, like he's bleeding the truth out at you through that brightly hued skin. He's green and you are too, in utterly different ways. He's the direct and literal translation.

You're just the girl untested, only the questions are coming fast now and you don't have any of the answers.

Are you really supposed to trust him?

Does he really know who you are?

And is it safe to actually be standing this close, connecting the pores on his nose and seeing constellations there, like stars in the sky. You close your eyes, and rearrange them with the seasons. Picture yourself half a year from now. Are you your you, or his?

Both, even?

He looks at you and sees someone else. That much is something more than obvious, whatever that supreme state of being is. Whatever's past certainty, that is this green guy. At least, it seems, about you. About whatever concoction he's about to make you taste? He's...

No. No just focus on the more than certain part.

All in all it just makes you dizzy and scattered, like the broken glass he was just poking around while muttering in a language that you didn't understand at all. You're nervous and you tell him so.

He touches your tongue like he knows you. The hesitation there isn't the stuff of discovery and meetings, it's a fear of failure. It's everywhere on him, a blanket of worry.

The bitterness of it sizzles in your mouth, finding whatever tastebuds are meant not to like it and settles on top of them to the point of burning. Saliva instantly coats your tongue and teeth and the roof of your mouth. The reaction is only meant to protect, but you are choking on yourself.

Choking on the you that comes back so swiftly your knees jerk. It isn't waves or sliver-sized memories coming back in whispers. There is a place you no longer were, and a place you came back to. It's sudden and hurtful and real.

Because the you that's back knows that it is not just that you were made to forget.

It's that you wanted to.

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