Predictable
I had forgotten, with anyone but her, I had fogotten that feeling. What it is to die to look someone in the eye. We've met before, and it felt like this then, but I forgot you. It was easy enough, you were not known well to me, did not frequent my orbit, and you were taken. You were easy to forget. And then I remembered, your eyes like underground pools of water like smooth glass reflecting an absence of light, through your presence. Like a diamond being crushed into existance, as if your density draws in the space about you and is displaced as you move, like a dull knife unhindered through molasses. With weight and majesty, glittering with sharp definition. I ran, I ran to outrun you. I started to walk, shaken, and it progressed into a run. Had I been younger, I would have run further, until I could vomit fire, but instead I pushed until I could feel it burn, like breathing flame.
Written On: Mother's Computer