For Real

He puts his mark on her. Bites, with thorn like fangs, her left breast, directly over the source of all of the love and loss and longing she has known.  Her heart. Where no one will notice, unless of course, she allows them to see the  twin rimmed rings of raised skin.  There is little blood, but it hurts her, and tears well up in her eyes-and the wounds, she realizes, appear similar to the roughly drilled  holes on the cheap bone colored plastic skull bead necklace she found second hand.

Yet isn’t Fate supposed to bestow kisses instead?  Sometimes, maybe. When the stakes are not as high. For her though, first this mark.  This forever reminder, betokening her future as he sees it.

Now, his kiss-a sugar skull fortune that melts on her tongue. Choose to be yourself,  he urges her, his words like glucose. Or deny yourself, and die.

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2 thoughts on “For Real

  1. Whoa…this one bites, especially the fortune. But sometimes we all need to be shaken up and reminded of this message. BTW I loved this line, “Now, his kiss-a sugar skull fortune that melts on her tongue…”

    I’m so glad to see your writings again:`)

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