She winced groaned deeply
pain
unremitting
she held her eyes shut tight
tears that tried to seep between
her eyelids were slivered and staunched
cinched between her
luxuriant eyelashes
Tellmeastory she gasped
Tell
meastory
she knew he was there
he
wouldnt be anywhere else
A story he said carefully trying not to betray his emotions hanging by the thinnest thread
Its
difficult love
No more difficult
she gasped thanbeing in here
No
A
story
Yes storyteller
You al ways
hava story
to tell
she groaned
It is
one ofthe reasons I
love you
I want
tahear your voice
he wanted to hear hers again without the pain hear
her laughter see her delicious smile on
her face
erase
the tortured pale expressions that were
conquering her countenance erasing her beauty contorting it into a horrible twisted mask
Please Iwanna
hear your voice
You do not know
how it comforts me
Tell me a
special story
Only for me
he began . . .
1217, Friday, 31 7. 15 a blue moon tonight
(originally
Moanday, 10 3. 08)
