brief encounters with what is "other"
How terrifying, he never grew from that moment. How starkly awakening; he never changed. How darkly appropriate he never moved. How pitiable, but how appropriate - after all these years.
She wouldn't imagine touching it; wouldn't imaging looking for her's. It's been in the back of that lightless closet for years now, and she wouldn't imagine pulling it back out now. Dusting it off. Putting it on. Looking in the closest mirror and seeing her whole life come back to her in a flood. Feel all the mixed emotions she felt then. Knowing all the confused things she knew then. Holding all the same bits of the same broken dreams she held then.
How unthinkable that would have been. How unacceptable. How indecent. How wrong. So wrong she'd never do it.
But some part of her's glad he still tries it. Glad someone's still back there. Glad someone still holds on to that world. Glad someone knows those days and those times and those dreams, still. Glad someone still remembers. Because she couldn't.
But something in her's glad he does.
-RK
She wouldn't imagine touching it; wouldn't imaging looking for her's. It's been in the back of that lightless closet for years now, and she wouldn't imagine pulling it back out now. Dusting it off. Putting it on. Looking in the closest mirror and seeing her whole life come back to her in a flood. Feel all the mixed emotions she felt then. Knowing all the confused things she knew then. Holding all the same bits of the same broken dreams she held then.
How unthinkable that would have been. How unacceptable. How indecent. How wrong. So wrong she'd never do it.
But some part of her's glad he still tries it. Glad someone's still back there. Glad someone still holds on to that world. Glad someone knows those days and those times and those dreams, still. Glad someone still remembers. Because she couldn't.
But something in her's glad he does.
-RK
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