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Post Another short creative writing piece, titled "desire" - November 23rd 2015, 07:28 AM

Words weren't enough to explain the things we felt, so we would sit opposite each other in the evenings and observe our eyes highlighted by the sun. Our mouths poured out all colors of the rainbow, our veins bled with clotted acrylic paints, we spoke with paintbrush strokes, we sang with charcoal sketches, we lived off the toxic stench of paint and bleach. We loved every second of it. It was beautiful, it was the realest thing we had ever seen, but something gnawed away at our insides.
Left over colors churned at the bottom of our stomachs, and all of these unspoken shades soured, molded and clung to our ribs and organs. When there were no other pretty colors left, when we couldn't get enough of each other, this acidic mold burned our insides, ate away at us, until our arteries were so fine that eventually they gave way, and churned blood seeped out of the crevices and rested in the deepest parts of us.
When it reached our hearts, we had no idea how to feel. We thought that maybe we could speak all of the curdled shades inside of us which had not yet been spoken, that maybe this would bring new colors, that it might somehow redeem our love; but instead, these grimy, crumbling shades had to be scraped from our insides and forced up our throats, and when we finally said all that we could say, our fingernails grubby with blood and remnants of mold, nothing else came. We waited, but we stayed empty, the sound of blood dripping ringing in our ears. Our throats were burning, the taste of toxic fumes clung to our teeth and gums and under our tongues, and our hearts were consumed by the burning acid that we ourselves had so blindly created. All we could do was watch as the other was eaten inside-out by unattainable desire.

"You shall love your crooked neighbour / with your crooked heart."
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