My little sunflower. I
watch, as you stretch your tiny limbs, reaching for me. I am your sun. I, who
have always been cold as death, am now the warmth that gives you life. Your
face, just a moment ago a tight, angry red ball is now smooth, white and pure
like mother’s milk. I touch you in wonder. It is a softness like I have never
felt before, a softness that soothes my callused fingertip as I draw it gently
across your rosy, baby cheek.
You stare up at me,
the wonder in your squinty eyes mirroring my own. They are still adjusting to
the world around…but even at this early stage, I know you know me. Clear green
eyes so unlike mine, sparkling like the ripples of a stream in the sun. I
lose myself in you.
I watch, seeing my
pain in your eyes as your face turns red once more and then blue, and your eyes
lose their sparkle as they dull and glaze over. You no longer know me.
And yet you reach out
blindly, fingers stretched towards me, even as I strangle you to your death.
Love this too. Dark and ironic.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Coming from a talented writer your comment is much appreciated :) would love to get some feedback on some of my other posts too :)
DeleteShook me to my very core.. You're writing is brilliant as always.. Keep it up..
ReplyDeleteThank you! And, i am glad i managed to shock you ;)
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