intoxicated

huge props to marian at runaway sentence. for giving me an a-freakin-mazing indieink challenge this week. sidebar, is this really my fifth week in the challenge? whew, time flies.

so marian gave me a great prompt this week, which you'll find at the end of the post. i don't know if she went snooping around on here and found out about my love for david sedaris or for using quotes as inspiration, but i got one helluva prompt out of her. i thought about revisiting dave and lex again with this post, but decided to go with something more personal. 

andrea answered my challenge this week, so be sure to stop by over there and give her post a read!


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silence.

silence.  

the thing about silence is that it's never quiet.  the entire concept is a paradox.

i have never heard anything as clearly as i've heard his silence.

it rings in my ears, makes them hurt, i contemplate pulling a van gogh.

his silence pushes through all the words in the world.  all the words i've dropped on the floor at his feet are swept under the ugly red and beige rug stolen from the sidewalk down the block.

his silence stomps on the words i've said with a pain in my chest and fills the room like a dark and heavy cloud.  i'd rather have the thunder than the silence.  say something.  say something.  say anything.  say something. 

the last thing before the silence was a dagger.  no, not one dagger, that's not true at all.  a million daggers, sharpened and aimed precisely at my heart.  vile daggers dripping with venom that stained my clothes and poisoned the air, my insides.  the daggers could only be outdone with silence.  i'd rather have the daggers than the silence.

one thousand six hundred eighty seconds of silence have passed.  the air is toxic and it's getting hard to breathe as his silence weaves its fingers through my hair, over my face, around my neck and they tighten tighten tighten.

i will not be the one to break the silence.

he will.  with another venomous dagger he'll ask me to stay.  stay.

i'd rather have the silence than be asked to forgive you.

in a muted and quick motion, i slip off my clothes and slide under the covers where he and his silence wait.  i press my warmth to his and i cry.  his smirk appears when my eyes adjust to the darkness he just forced over the room and when i see that devilish smile, the one that knows he's won and will always win, the one that pretends to love me, i smile too.

you know i will always stay.


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prompt: "Most people would have found it grotesque, but when you're in love nothing is so abstract or horrible that it can't be thought of as cute." David Sedaris, from When You Are Engulfed In Flames

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update friday, april 29
this post was featured on five star friday! thank you to schmutzie for the honor,
and to whoever it was out there who submitted "intoxicated" this week!