[Original]: "break me with your [gutter] prose" (PG-13)
break me with your [gutter] prose
a relationship in true greek tragedy fashion
(PG-13): References to sex, etc.


A/N: Dark short story, blah blah blah. Convoluted in its efforts to try to be poetry, except it isn't. Unbeta'd and embarassedly lyrical in its approach to writing about a relationship that I have never been in. Take it as you will. C+C appreciated

Inspired by: "Living in Sin" by Adrienne Rich--read it, it's good stuff.


break me with your (gutter) prose

They meet and it's like magic and electricity (the magic of the ancient generations) all combined into the other person and (s)he wants to shout "Eureka," but this is a library so they whisper in hushed voices like they're lovers already.

***

He feels like their souls have mated already and produced this wonderous affair incident (she still isn't ready to admit that the ring on his finger isn't meant for her). He writes pretty little pieces about cotton candy colored clouds and it slides down her throat like air (as do his pretty little reasons about "oh. I love you, I'm so sorry, but--").

***

She's pulling on her clothes and he pulls out a cigarette, the words "isn't that so cliche?" running on repeat through her mind like an old record on a broken record player. The smoke whisps in the air and it's all a little too romanticized--even the dirty carpet and the bed that's been broken down by the weight of lovers (or prostitutes) in unspoken trysts.

She tries to focus only on him and the words "why the hell are you staring at me?" come out, mingle with the smoke and evaporate.

She watches it all fly out the window and disappear with her own words, "My class tomorrow ends at 6PM."

***

He talks to his friend about banalities and he says (she says):

"And this, dear friend, this is how your life is going to be from now on:
- you begrudgingly walk her to the door and she opens it with a half expectancy, but the minute you walk in she pushes you out of her life for 2.5 days--a penalty call in the game of love.

- you begrudgingly walk her to the door and she opens it with a half expectancy, but you don't walk in and she pushes you out of her life for 2.5 days--a penalty call in the game of love.

- she looks her absolute worst when you visit her and her best when you pass her by on the street"

Push and pull and hate and love and "Oh. I despise you" and maybe there's no end to this at all.

(and forever, the lover's promise, suddenly rings true)