You Are You

Time for another Haibun Thinking Challenge. A weekly writing challenge to create verse, prose and haiku using the prompts provided.  Follow the link, read the others and have a go yourself.

This week I am using the literature prompt –

Today you are you!
That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

~ Dr Seuss

 

Holding her hand in his, he teased a faint touch across her palm. A tiny bead of sweat dropped from his forehead  and he wiped it away with his other hand. His heart rate quickened in his chest. Terrified she’d wake, he tried to stay calm. Then the torrent slowed, dissolving into nothing. Casting his eyes back across her face he waited for a flicker, any sign of movement. Nothing. He swallowed.

Raising his hand he brushed his fingertips across her cheek. Molten lava swam beneath his skin and he stilled at the touch. The hairs on his forearm prickled with anticipation and a current of electricity shot straight to his groin.  He lowered his face to hers. The touch of his lips no more than a whisper over her skin. He felt her warm breath like a summer breeze across his cheek. The faintest hint of strawberries, he could almost taste it on his tongue. Her taste was like you, her scent was like you.

She was his reason for rising each morning. The reason his demons stayed buried inside. She was the stars in his empty black sky and the sunrise that made his sins become yesterday’s mistakes. There had been others, many others. He’d moved through the shadows, watching and waiting.  They might have looked like her, had the same colour hair, the same colour eyes, but they didn’t taste like her, they didn’t smell like her. It wasn’t fair to let them live with imperfection. So he’d helped them reach a final blood stained escape.

Her eyes flickered open, slowly adjusting to the sunlight. Without raising her head she turned towards him and smiled. He lowered his mouth capturing her breath with his kiss. Lifting her head he tangled his fingers through her hair, pressing his lips harder onto her own. She matched him stroke for stroke, drowning in the intensity.  He suddenly pulled back catching her eyes with his. She had fallen asleep looking into dazzling blue lagoons. Those same blue eyes were now orbs of black pitch, bottomless and empty. He whispered against her ear, “you are you, not her” as she felt the cold tip of steel slowly slice across her throat.

*

Loving the wrong one,

Brings endless desolation,

Broken hearts don’t lie.

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8 thoughts on “You Are You

  1. WOAH!!!! That was unexpected.

    Totally brilliant. The way you capture the reader with the intensity of passion before wiping it away in an instant.

    Fantastic

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