safer alone

safer alone

That’s me… Leaning at the bar, staring myself down, in the mirror. God, I look awful… My face. Always crumpled-up, like the artist just didn’t like it. Carelessly thrown away. Old coffe-stained drawing of me – there you go, my life in a nutshell.

On my left, a gorgeous lady, with assassins look, drinking champaign. She smells of dark chocolate, her curves carefully wrapped in satin, like a summer night, solid black, eyes like the edges of ice in my already emptied glass.

On my right, a drunk. A future me? Two years ahead, or maybe just two months, two weeks? Anyway… I imagine. Laying my hand on her tights, to get down into that black night of hers, drown in it… Those lips… “`nother!” The bartender smirks and nods.

“Sweetheart. You’re having too much,” she states. I know, but instead of an answer I nod. “Don’t you wanna have more fun, than getting hammered? Spare some energy. Do it for me, pretty please?” Her smile. I’d die for that. I’d give everything for it, if it was real. If it was not directed to my wallet. But it is. And she’s fake, fishing for clients. Getting paid hourly…

“No” Getting drunk is cheaper anyway. It is safer. For her, maybe for me too… I don’t need more blood on my hands.

“Poor baby. Having a bad day? Let me ease your pain. Oh, your shoulders, why are you so tensed up? Does it hurt? Oh, dear. You’re ravenous…”

“I need to tell you. Something.” I swallow. I really should tell her. I… “You… It’s. Simply, you’re um, ravishing.”

She laughs. A beautiful victorious giggle, narrowing her gleaming eyes. Come on, tell her. She really should leave me alone. For her own sake.

Grounds for Divorce

Grounds for Divorce

A  Chuck Wending – RANDOM SONG TITLE STORY CHALLENGE 

This popped up on my dash: Grounds for Divorce, by Elbow

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“Dogs bark. Money talks.” The bartender leans over, and winks at me… I nod at the shelves with the rum. He pours me a drink. And a second one too, for himself. Cocky jackass. I blow the smoke of my cigarito straight into that slick stony mug of his. Not flinching, eh? Not one muscle moving.

He’s not the only die-hard in here… The moment holds its breath ‘n turns blue.

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the morning star

the morning star
I’m in love with the morning star.  (pt 1)

Love and sacrifices are only meant for mortals…

Those were fate’s plans for the prince. His aberrant behavior lead to something more than the insignificance of a dust speckle. Still…

The deep blue void has many laws, unknown to humans. Which all-living things have to follow. Only very few of them referring to earth and the contamination of it. Some of them are about the balance of darkness and light, but most of them are about the void. The nothing, the emptiness, containing everything – black, white, blue, yellow, heat, radiation and vacuum. The world of a star. Everything hostile to a human body and life. Continue reading “the morning star”