ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A mad wife, insane kids, stupid dogs and hedonistic cats, ducks and gargoyles all share my life. What chance do I stand? Thank God for a sense of humour! [April 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) First Bonding (Short Stories) A young mother to be bonds for the first time and realises her destiny. [445 words] [Horror]
Together Alone Art Becaud
I love being alone with you . Just you and I in a semi dark room spending quality time together. We have become so close now; closer than you could have possibly imagined. I love you because you are my life now. After so long wandering in the darkness looking for my true love, my soul-mate, I am so happy to have found you.
I am going to care for you always and never leave your side. We are together now and for always. I even love the way you barely respond as I brush your cheek gently with my fingers. The way that you softly brush away the tickle I cause when I kiss your face tenderly, and the little shiver you give as the small hairs on your neck react to my touch.
I love waking you gently in the night and slowly bringing you out from your dreams. Then I stroke your hair and watch you dig yourself deeper between the bedclothes like a frightened child hiding from its night demons. Its innocence scared more by imagination than by what is real, yet not knowing what truly lurks in the shadows.
There is so much beauty in our relationship, though maybe you don’t see it yet. Nor do you love me as much as I love you. But you will in time; I promise you. I will make you love me equally and I will give you the world. We will share everything, physically, emotionally and sexually. We will share dreams and desires and secrets. Especially secrets; they are my special love. After all, secrets are what brought us together in the first place.
Of all your secrets, I love our special secret best. Our shared secret of what you did. Just you and I will know the real truth; what made you do what you did. It was such a long time ago, so for the most part, you forget that you did it. But then its memory revisits you, violently and without warning. When you are driving alone, walking in the park or listening to music. It hits you. The memory floods back and your guilt rises up from the pit of your stomach as you reflect.
And it hurts you. It hurts you so badly, which shows me the depth of guilt you have carried for so long secretly inside you. Then you wince, and cringe. You feel slightly nauseous and sweaty. And guilty, angry; with yourself and with … But it won’t go away and it stays with you until you drift off to sleep when your subconscious gets the opportunity to bury it deeper in the darkest annals of your feeble mind.
Buried it may be, but it is never lost. It is never buried deep enough that I am unable to find it. Mostly it takes some time and effort, but time is something that I have plenty of. Unlike you. Your time is running out. Each hour you live is an hour closer to me. I, on the other hand, am not living, so time does not exist for me. But I exist for time; all time. And so shall you.
Can you feel the flutter on your cheek now as I touch you? The ripple, the little itch. Can you feel the guilt welling up inside you as I remind you of what you have done? I can! I can feel it, feel the remorse, the anger, the self-loathing. The sweat. Oh I can feel it, almost touch it and I can taste it. The sweet nectar seeping from the pores of your skin, created by self-hatred and self-pity. It feeds me; it’s why I love you.
It’s so intense now and I know you can feel the prickling all up and down your body. I am so close to you, feeding your emotions, your hurt. We are getting closer each time and you are opening to me more and more. I can feel myself all around you, I can feel what you did as though I did it myself and it feels so beautiful in its near-naked ugliness. I am almost one with you. Almost.
My day will come soon. The day when I bring you so low and vulnerable and you will open yourself fully to me, like an untouched. Ignorant of the pleasure and pain of first penetration, and it is then I will enter you, fully and without your consent. It is then that I will possess your mind, body and soul.
It is then that you will begin to love me, and we will be together as one.
And we will love each other for eternity. As only the damned know how.
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