One Bent Machine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
An electric moment, a touch beyond all touches, a beginning, an end, everything.

Submitted: June 20, 2012

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And I took your hand, and we smiled, and our smiles met and devoured each other. Electricity pounding through my body to the beat of your heart, my life in yours, intensified feeling shooting through me from my hand to my toes. Warmth. Electric, chemical warmth. Metabolic warmth. Inner warmth. Your hands on my skin, your being within me. The cold night banished to isolation beyond the boundaries of me and you. Happiness. Perfection. Unity. Awareness. Complete comprehension, as the fabric of your skin and compilation of the underlying bones are discovered in cartographic detail. Ridges, valleys, hairs and the tectonic movements of your shoulder-blades, the mechanisms within. The staggered, urgent attempts of your lungs, the inconsistent surging of blood, the bloated pipelines showing through the surface, the absence of reason or fear from your eyes. A step too far to where there is no more ground, and the marvellous freefall inside a limitless vacuum towards the edge of all known space. The indomitable reality that there is neither time nor room to turn around, to look back, to escape. An amalgamation of minds, of bodies, of worlds, melting into one another with no more negativity than acceptance. Two systems slotting seamlessly together, running at once as one, forgetting the existence of both before, being born anew, the kind of entity not contained to one existence, or to existence at all, but only to itself and for itself. One fearless island, one bent machine.


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