Dropdown

Just a sip more

Barely breathing, lying down on the ground. Strong smells dive deep into nostrils, leave a trace of spice and sweetness. Conflicts draw circles in the head, climb up rooftops in hidden parts of the brain, wind up into spirals made of regrets, bad memories and cold love. Stripping off the towels, trying to escape. A soft warmth beneath the skin, fingers intertwine, touching the back, like ice floating down the spine. The clothes all over the floor, rushing to get to the next appointment. Lips freshly pouted to a covering smile, thoughts full of pain but laughters come up again. Dirt on the nails, shadows create fading schemes inside the mind. Crawling to another point, looking for strange flickers of lights. Someone on the body, someone in her head. "What do you want me to?" Voices echo across the darkness, swallowing the rays of dimming light. "Just... just another... sip...of potion..." The glass reflects the golden dots and stars inside the eyes. Staring down the waving ocean, dropdown into the deep sound. Consciousness fades while hands fulfill twisted nightmares. The words lead down the path... "Just... a sip more..." Kisses sold for another round, love lost to lust, but she will never change as long as her body keeps up shaking...