Chapter Three

The chambers of my heart quiver, yet I am not cold
Lungs collapse, yet I can breathe
My eyes, my eyes sting, there is water, yet I am not sad
I have seen her, yes I have
I fear she is not real, but I have seen her all the same
And she could kill me and I would die an exquisite death
Laying my shredded soul across the palm of her hand like ruined cloth, stained
How can you be…how can you exist?
In my mortality I can’t touch you, can’t feel you…I can but simply gaze upon you and cry at the sound of your body, the noise in your eyes and that whisper rising from your skin

I feel like I am forgetting something vital and I don’t care, what is of such importance that I need to remember for have I not longed to forget and now here, here, I have forgotten what I longed. I am nameless, formless
Strange, the backs of my hands are very cold and the fingers of my right are losing the sense of touch, nothing matters; the world could end before noon and I would fail to notice
And that shiver, there it is again, raising upwards, traversing through the column of my spine. A strand of hair is drawn through the canal. I haemorrhage
I need to push back, stand and walk, gather my keys and exit this place, walk to my car and drive, drive but there is no rain today…only sunlight reflected in tinted glass and across smoothly curved metallic paint…where am I…and what am I saying
Every other fails, every other pales, becomes a shard of something less
I have seen her, yes I have
And as I walk about my scales fall, shed like old skin

Again this photograph is not mine but this is how I came upon her...and everything was in that one glance.

All credit (my words included for without her there would be nothing for me to write) belong to LavidaRose

Oh yeah and I do go on a bit huh! C'mon now hail665, relax guy, take it it easy...
Perhaps when it is my photos again I will refrain...maybe.