Without You


The alloy vibrato, the shadowed dash—both of those components make for an unforgettable relapse. Fell from graces of out space into a place that couldn't save face because the haste involved became a slog within the bog. And with every step, he leaped across the pallet in a chase he had net met—someone so swift, who moved beyond the tip—of the blade, he caught her fade amist the broken cellar doors, in their estranged circus parade. For another day, he'd come through to pay—back, every opportune moment she struck.

Their abstract made heads turn; stomached churned while the chapel burned all throughout. There's no mistaking a gem's been found, covered in sh*t. She occasionally sucked d*ck, only to spit—and get spat on real quick. Unhinged jaws, a prideful lick between those balls struck her walls in ways she couldn't begin to imagine. Even while fastened, his grip became massive, and any urgency for retreat missed its beat weeks ago. The hastened skeet, a tumble, a twist—there's no mistaking the jewel flare beside her lips. Tucked beneath him, asphyxiated, he confiscated her rights like the Parliament on the 9th. Violent thrashes, missing lashes and the cries of a broken euphoria. “Bruise me,” the thought emerged. The cadence never let up, and his tempo overflowed to a breaking point that jettisoned the mightiest yield; a sprung moment that churned beneath the hips. A discharge, no space. Kissing, without face. They'd never see it to love, for the hate enveloped every moment.

Times had changed, and positions rearranged. They took to the quiet life, masked by internal strife. A constant pull left the wool to obscure the truth. A sad reality that could never be let loose. Even if things worked out, their times were at an impasse. There was never a happy ending. It's fated from day one. They tried to stash away the feelings that provided that much needed distraction. It's almost a neverending tease, offset by the temporary release that hurt so good.

“I think you might've gotten into my head, but I'd never get this feelin' from anyone else.”

And for a moment, she catches a lapse, not wanting to leave. The escape meant a loneliness she wasn't equipped to deal with. For so many times, even after the Fall, there was a moment between them. Once and for all, that couldn't be felt anywhere else but there. Her eyes widened, scoffing at the claim before another touch caught her in a frozen warmth.