Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

Forbidden Love

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He saw the perfect picture of a story he could never tell. Not because he couldn’t pen the words, but because he alone could understand. This was his curse. To live with such magnificence, yet unable to share it. His vision-those black eyes so full of wonder-they were his beauty. The world would never see it.

I loved him because he was corrupt. Because there was something evil within him, a force to be wreckened with. We all hide secrets from each other. Secrets only the night knows. He was mine. I look into the mirror and see only his eyes staring back. If I listen long enough, I can hear something other than my fears.

It’s not just the heat that turns people crazy. It’s the sound of the bugs that accompanies it. A slow, steady, pulse that heaves and scratches, digging into your skin. The salty moisture of the air on your aching lips- Everyone thirsts for something.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 07, 2018

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

2 thoughts on “Forbidden Love

  1. Wow. Powerful. Your use of “wreckened” shows that a pun can be turned to the purpose of high art. Well done!!! The brevity of the last line also powerful. Beautifully wrought!!!

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