The Break

Your words melted into her stomach and the huge pores on her face flushed the blood from her cheeks. She closed her eyes and she thought she could smell you. Cough drops and cigarettes. You're pernicious and she knew it, but she couldn't compete against the burning desire she had for you. It was as if the purpose of her whole existence was to love and to live for him.

That night she would remember their skin touching and her cold fingers trailing down his spine. You'd push her away because the tears she wept burned when they met your flesh. Her body would crumble, and her ribs would claw and dig deep into her lungs. She'd fall asleep with an open heart and streams of hot salty liquid on her cheeks. She'd wake up to the sound of sirens, tires pressing against the hard concrete, and an empty bed.

For a week, you'd leave your taste in her mouth with that one sloppy kiss you gave her once. In a month he would return for what he had left behind. Not for her but for his clothes.

It was the same.

The act, their lines, and his theme of deceiving her. Maybe she was so used to it that one small change meant different, or she was just too afraid to face the reality. That he didn't want her.

Pearly skin, boney fingers, and tight-lipped.

Loving her would be like loving a broken bone. He couldn't deal with the thought of her on his bed or her eyes following his every move. He walked out like the time her father did when she was 10. She'd cry, fall, and kick at the floor, but she didn't do that this time. Her flesh was too heavy and hiding underneath the covers seemed like a better idea.

She wanted to watch him leave for the last time. As she got up her legs would tremble and knock against one another as if she was just now learning to walk. She looked through the thin translucent piece, her eyes finding their way to his tiny ant-like figure. He stood between the sun, the lake, and her feelings.

Her heart collided with her mind not because of the unbearable pain but for the nothing she had become. She tried to force her long index finger through the window and imagined pushing him into the deep water. The last sound was glass breaking.

note: a few of you have or heard a different version of this. I read this for one of our events.

also, sorry if there's spelling/grammar mistakes. (future ones too...)