Scarlet Garden

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The muscle lining my spine and shoulders begin to shake as I turn my gaze towards the window. The woman staring back at me has changed. Blood, tears, and snot is smeared across her soft round face and t- shirt. Her features are pink and swollen, her curly dark brown fro is unruly, and the split along her full bottom lip complements the blotched bruising that takes up her neck’s fair cocoa complexion. There is anguish in her puffy dark brown eyes. She has been crying for some time. Her breaths are short and sharp. I watch as they pass her blood stained lips. Hunched over arms folded before her chest she continuously spasms.

Submitted: July 07, 2017

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Pennsylvania: 15th of September 2011, 2:47 a.m.

The muscle lining my spine and shoulders begin to shake as I turn my gaze towards the window. The woman staring back at me has changed. Blood, tears, and snot is smeared across her soft round face and t- shirt. Her features are pink and swollen, her curly dark brown fro is unruly, and the split along her full bottom lip complements the blotched bruising that takes up her neck’s fair cocoa complexion. There is anguish in her puffy dark brown eyes. She has been crying for some time. Her breaths are short and sharp. I watch as they pass her blood stained lips. Hunched over arms folded before her chest she continuously spasms.

“I can't stop shaking.” She whispers fresh tears streaming down her face. The sound of her voice is hushed by passing breeze. I look at her surroundings.  The trees cast several shadows along the roof tiles. Moonlight streaming through the leaves as I watch them dance with the air. Behind her I spot a shadow with a likness unlike the others. A figure, that looks stranger the more I examine it. Hairs on the back of my neck and arms begin to prick up and I lean closer towards the window. Hyperventilation begins to set in as I turn from the window and into the night. My eyes dart around in search of what is causing it.

“Focus.” The word almost incomprehensible through harsh pants. I take one careful step, then another, making my way into the darkness before me. Anxiety begins to reign over every inch of my body. My clothes cling to me, each article doused in sweat. I try to take deep breathes. The smell of the earth brings me back a bit. It holds the promise of rain. The wind, although chilly, consoles me with it’s caress and light tossel of unkempt hair. I manage to keep my breathing leveled and make my way towards the edge of the roof.

 The smaller trees looks welcoming from up here, like large green beds of clouds. I invision myself jumping of the ledge and being swallowed by them before quickly being spat up into the stars. I use my shoulder to wipe my tears,my T-shirt to blow my nose, and stare into the sky. The night is especially dark in this part of Pennsylvania. There aren't many street lamps and the house is secluded enough that the stars shine clear and bright.  Its peaceful. Like getting lost in a sea of darkness. How have I lived here this long without noticing how quaint it can be at this time? I sit down to soak up this tiny moment of bliss, I must if only this once, and I lay back. It washes over me and For some time I am able to just admire the sights before me, a vision of black, purple, blue and speckled white.

Can’t I stay here forever? In this pit? Away from the world and submerged in nature. Tears begin to moisten the hair above my ears and i can taste mucus in the base of my throat. Jesus Christ, will I ever stop crying?

I begin to sob again and as I sob a familiar voice, as if reaching out from the desolate corner of my mind, asks me “why are you here?” It takes me by surprise. A sound that is so enticing. So much so that it leaves a sweet taste on the tip of my tongue. I shut my eyes, for once not to shut her away, but to let her in. A sense of terrifying pleasure comes over me as her presence grows stronger. She glides in my direction. She feels different; My demon. In our past experience just the feel of her brought me fear and torment. However, today I feel longing. Today I will let her in.

The silk gown she wore gave the illusion of running white liquid as she made her way to me. Her breast, abdomen, and thighs accentuated with every stride. Twin Thin straps baring her neck and shoulders gleam with golden glitter under the moons light. Her skin is melted chocolate. The white with speckled red flowers in her dark voluminous curls flow beautifully down her bare back and silk covered legs. The silk was torn around her ankles. It, along with her feet, are blackened with ash. A lovely square face showcasing full lips and gold almond shaped eyes hold a hard expression. She waits for my response. Why am I here? I ask myself knowing well The reason.

“To die.” I tell her.

It was to die. However, in this moment steps away from death, the certainty I first felt when climbing out onto the roof has gone. Visions of death have begun to uncloud my judgment. My imagination goes into frenzy as images shoot throughout my mind. A fractured skull, blood pooling in my black knotted curls, and vacant brown eyes that turn to milk with time.

She stands before me now. From afar it looked as though she measured six feet tall but we are face to face, and our eyes are leveled. A hand moves to stroke my cheek. Sparks resonate from her fingertips leaving behind tingling warmth. Her fingers trace down my neck to my clavicle, and dip down the center of my breast towards my navel. She stops keeping her hand placed upon my abdomen. Not once has she taking her gaze off of mine. I can almost taste the sweetness that resonates off of her skin and breath. Our lips only inches away.

“You want death?” She finally says in an accent I can not identify. Not waiting for A response The hand that was placed at my navel works it's way South. Her body now pressed against mine. She tastes me, Her tongue moving lightly along my lower lip before thrashing into mine. Her golden eyes roll back with delight.

She tastes of grapes. Bitter then Sweet. Her skin feels fiery and when she touches me my nerves burst with excitement. All of the confusion I felt has subsided.

Little by little through a mix of grabbing and writhing our clothes came off. Gaps of time seem to disappear as our bodies move to the rhythm of her hand. It continues to touch me while her free hand strokes my breast and grips my hair. She glides her lips from mine.

“I will take your pain and worry.” They mouth against my neck. Kisses are followed by bites *gasps* and Pain followed by euphoria as I open up to a set of soft fingers. Seconds of ecstasy go by and I feel something building inside where her fingers meet my flesh. Involuntary moans escape my lips. She removes her hand and props me up. We are on the edge of the roof. Lap to lap we sit. My right hand grasping the edge. She wraps her legs around me. One leg under my thigh and the other around my waist and begins to rub herself against me. It is soft and moist. Our lips meet again. She tastes of iron. My tongue circles around hers and my hands grab at her waist. The sparks inside my body begin to build again. I look at her. My sight is hazy. My head spins. For a split second I see… what do I see? Blood?

“Fuck.” I think i'm coming.

“Blood.” I whisper. She smiles at me. Blood smeared across her lips and face. Where? I lick my lips. The taste of iron. Her body writhes atop of mine. I can feel her pulsing with pleasure and it's enough to make me climax. Our bodies pressed together twitching with delight. Moans burst out of me as she grips onto me. I open my eyes and a set of razor teeth greet me. Before I can get a good look at the creature It throws me off of the roof.

The world spins. A few bangs and a final blow against the garden. Every Time I envisioned falling from this roof It was a quick death. But as I rolled off It was as if time was purposely slowed so that I may feel every tile dig into flesh, see the world swirl around me, and feel every smack against my head, legs,and torso. I taste the blood and dirt within my mouth and see how the blood pools over the white lilies in our garden. I feel her too. Before I dive into nothingness. she lays down beside me. A reflection of myself. Self hate and fear in her eyes.


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