thyestean23

Its the small things. A woman that squeezes you until your body compresses a bit inside and makes you wonder where her strength comes from. Small strong hands that massage with a life time of experience. So much so that when her fingers reach into your muscle time comes to a stop right along with your mind. A quick dry wit that takes you back at times and a dark humor that causes you to question your safety and your manhood. A smile that is as bright as the sun. Shes not so book smart nor does she know what it means to have money, but she loves and she loves hard. She loves like a woman that has been disappointed. She loves like a woman that has taken a punch. Real love. Bonnie and Clyde, till the ends of the earth, straight into hell, no questions asked love. She loves like a woman that still believes there is such a thing as love. She believes and thats what makes her gravitational and dangerous. The fact that she still believes hurts her almost as much as the last one. The one that used to beat her. She believed then too. The bruises have healed and she hides the physical scars well. The deeper, older scars are displayed in screaming detail for those foolish enough to look too close. Her eyes are black wells. She runs her index finger against her nose sometimes when exiting the ladies room. She has scars. Scars she tends to the best ways she knows how. The worst ways.

-"The Last Chance" (first draft)