“We meet again, my Sweet.”
The gentle purr of suspense hums as vibrantly as the florescent lights.
I feel stillness in this sip of a muted pause.
She leaps from the unknown, stripping my soul bare, but allowing my love to see me through.
Fear lays me down, feet cushioned by ignorance, listening to my beating heart.
An illusion of ache fills the pit of my core, dripping from my sternum.
Nausea pulses through my heart, unable to cool its flaming cries.
I feel my external body being whiplashed. I want to grip tightly, screaming “MERCY!!!!”
But lips are weighed down by expectations.
I want to escape.
I want out.
Faster, my world passes in a snowflake daze.
The nausea crescendos.
My heart climaxes.
“You may leave, ” she interrupts with sterile objectification.
With timid uncertainty, I gently ask, “What now?”
“Now you wait.”
I feel robbed.
I stumble out.
Reaching for my essence.
Exiting as I entered.