A Burn in The Shape of Lips

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Young Writers Foundations


two people that cant see they are hurting each other.

Submitted: November 14, 2017

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A Burn in The Shape of Lips

 

Ceramic plates broken, flowers spilled onto the floor, and a hole in the wall where his fist made friends with the plaster. The pain was palpable, and anger was like a third person in the room, standing on the sidelines shouting encouraging words. Skin never touched skin, but words were used as weapons flaying each other to the bone. The state of the room was an embodiment of what they felt, broken and messy. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the room, both of their lungs fighting to keep up with the anger bleeding in their veins. Eyes locked on one another as if they had their own language, she would not be the first to look away and he was too willful to let her win this one. She might be stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid; she knew this wasn’t what it was supposed to be, they weren’t supposed to fight this hard. So, she let the anger bleed out her pores, lifting off like a weight. Eyes clearer, she walked up to him and kissed his cheek. Her red lipstick leaving a mark like a burn. Her lips like lighting to his system, jumpstarting his heart. His eyes following her body out the door. His cheek burning like fire where her lips touched his skin for the last time. Lipstick would rub away, but the burn she left behind scarring his mind. One foot out the door, the sky bright blue, birds chirping in the trees; the world outside of them so new. Together they were anger, passion, burning love; but apart they were people, people seeing through unpainful eyes what the world had to hold.


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