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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
influences - kafka, dostoevsky, camus, sartre, murakami, yoshimoto

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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The forest bird's twitter ends my lucid dream and disappointment stretches over the table to dismiss the alarm ringing on the far end. It's that day again , i say, as i carry the bulges of my waist and the deadly knots in my hair into the kitchen and put water to boil in a kettle. Staring out of the generous window beside the oven ,greeted by the blazing mortifying sun , the source of everything ignoble and all my vices, i cram myself with thick pieces of cold bread&butter and wash them down with sips of steaming coffee. The coffee is too hot but i am in a hurry and robusta would ease my heavy eyes, i gulp down all of it in a minute.

Someone get me out of the sun or someday i'll intrigue those men playing doctors.

I step into the shower and wash neglect out of my hair with love potions scented with roses and rainforest oils,a soap of milk and honey washes away layers of misanthrophy on my skin, it is the lover, not i, who then steps out of the bathroom. The doors of my wardrobe spread wide apart, for you. I furiously search for meaning between the unkempt pile of clothes,so you can search for your's between my legs. I dress five times to be undressed,grease my skin with a chocolate lotion and spray your favourite white musk on my neck. I paint the lips in a pink hue, smear eyes with the blackest kohl and curl up the lashes. Then i sweep back the long locks of hair several times for you to run your fingers through them. As i finish colouring the nails in blood red,the painting is ready for scrutiny, the sculpture ready for exhibition and i hope you to be ready with knife and a fork. I wish to be bruised by your gentle touch,and kissed till i ripen to the core.

And when on my way back, paradise is lost, a slim volume of Kafka,a few drags of my chocolate smoke,also the hurtful sound of that woman's voice,must bring me back home.


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