Wounds of company spread across her skin as she turned over in her bed for the fifth time in five minutes. Though her body felt lighter than usual, darkness poured down heavily, crushing the gleam of candle light into a mere corner of smeared gold. The lids of her eyes blanketed her vision for long seconds, possibly hours as the moon shifted in the sky over her mind which roiled with creativity. And it was in the heartbeat of long darkness where her limbs swam through moments of which she mulled over, building strong like inflowing tides. The familiar lack of light, bleeding onto her, was just as unyielding as the sea of swarming seconds that tattered sleep into shreds. Where rest ripped apart and in the holes between, those recollections reeled her back in time.
The girl then sat with her back against a car window. Her shoulder blades pinned to the glass where frost bit at her skin through a t-shirt. Beyond the inch of cracked glass, wind carried strands of her hair along its grueling gusts. Blowing the paltry pieces as they bucked back and forth from its force. And where this cold air was granted an entrance to her scalp, it soon peeled down to her neck and under the girl’s bones, trembling within. Her eyes fluttered closed and open. Closing once more to regain composure before they took in the figure before her. A frame in which darkness had crafted. The figure’s features were shaded with shadows etched by a delicate orange glow from distant street lamps. It was in this next moment where cold had no meaning, where wind held no grasp on her, and when her heart began to lose all tempo and surge with blood like a storm. She could feel the downpour of feelings rush to her heart, the raindrops of emotion falling from her thoughts instead of her eyes. And the figure hadn’t so much as unstuck its gaze from her own, so she stoutly stared back into eyes shaped by night. Sharp slivers of the untold which dared her to concede to such whispers of her a wilting conscience within. Her lip trembled beneath the hold of her teeth, her tongue daring to bare all. Her breaths became heated and strung with knotted words stored in the keep of her heart. The girl bit back with fear, crunching down upon the desired undoing of her gates, meaning she’d lose all protection of reserve. Hopelessly, that faint glass holding on to a chill gnawed at her back, but it was powerless against the rainfall inside her rallying colder. Sharper. Closer. And as their breaths poured heavy into the air, diluting the presence of reality seeking night, her breath hitched. From the wanted weight of wet lips crushing down upon hers, her lungs bubbled with stolen air. Her shoulders lifted from where nails had priorly placed her with fear and she now held them against the thick air shared between. No longer borrowed from the course of winds, her hair found peace in the grasp of finger’s. So, baring her neck to the world, to the open seas of darkness that swept across such a small space, she looked up to the stars; as if she could see them through the roof. She could. As her eyes closed, swimming under waves of pleasure, stars freckled her vision as she found herself drowning in heavens. Reality no closer than the sun that would stand in hours time. Swimming, she was swimming under the wetness of kisses falling against her flesh. She would not, could not breath as her lips collided once more with treasure under the ocean of passion. Where gold glowed brighter than the moon, where passion sparked brighter than the stars themselves, as she suffocated in the swell of this reality shattering storm. So she readied her eyelids to open, to bear the weight of raindrops caught upon her eyelashes.
And as she pulled back the cover to the sea of stars,
It was those wounds of company her vision greeted. The blood crusted along her neck and lips where the small part of her last died. Where heaven had greeted her.
The girl turned over in her bed once more, praying the gaping wet wounds etched over her body might drown her in heaven once more..
Wounds of company.
