Dreams of the Future

          His hair is shaded light brown, he is tall and welcoming, warm and forgiving. His thighs are bigger than both of my arms put together. 

His hands are firm while his fingers are long. His passion and strength run wild through his bones. He watches me with admiration as he snatches my body to pin against the wall inside of his embrace. 

      My blonde caramel hair has spread out onto the pillow, my long legs stretch evenly as the blanket uncovers my painted pink toes. 

My skinny curvy body enjoys the kiss so much that I wish to never wake. I am so much in love. I am parted in the in between.  Partially woken up and my heart is breaking for the fact that I do not remember. I cannot put a name to the face. I have kissed so many, although not one kiss has sent waves through the sky that sparkle pink and light fireflies. Not one kiss, I have given has shown the same passion and desires that I crave deeply for only one. I am kissing for the one who has all the qualities, who has the light in his eyes, that has the forgiveness painted in his soul. 

      The pink ribbon laces inside of his fingers as he replaces it neatly on the top of my head. I have tackled him as I unwrap his blue button-down shirt, that I hastily tare off. I am fully exposed beyond my nakedness. I am standing as I drop my lace silk black robe, my body has caved in awe as you have kneeled down before me, I like watching you as you kiss my legs and work your way in. My legs are spread, and I am pleased until it pains him. Cold chills tickle my spine. My heart pulled, yanked and puzzled into place. My hands clench the sheets within my fist. As hard as it is to breathe, I let my chest dip in, as I play out the motions. Oxygen enters in and out of my throat as I am panting for a glass of water. 

Hospital

          It's exactly as you have said before, it is all in my head. Everything I say it is possible to turn it around in some type of way. Can you feel the earth gravitate towards you? Can you feel it shaken beneath your quarrelling feet? I bring my body to a holt as I stomp in repetitive motions,

My lipstick and eyes have smeared. I'm twirling my broken legs inside the dress that I am wearing that isn't really there. Everything I say has traveled and made you feel short. Everything has revolved up to that day. Everything must happen for a cause. I have lost myself in uncontrollable laughter. I have webbed myself and I have been tangled in decorated lies. I know love because I was wrapped in love. I am singing songs as I dance infinitely for her. I cut the rope down to the floor, I dare not to scream as I cry. Instead of hugging my body she entered my soul. I walked through travels from the past that still haunt her memories. The tv room flickers colors as it is now ten PM. She has been tortured with three large bangs that pound in the night. Her long black hair meshed in tangles. Her heart has stopped beating before the fall. Her heart has broken and shattered onto the floor. I have wept tears of sorrow that burns within my eyes as I had hoped I could glue the pieces back together. I tried so hard to fix things, but I could not. It was him who kept her up all night, mostly from her fear. I have tried to speak, but she speaks for me. I have tried to type, but my thumbs do not work. I cannot tell you what happened if I do not start from the ending.

-Micah Vincent