QUARANTINED

A Vignette

I have the disease. It was given to me and I fear there is no cure. If I had known walking towards the darkness would lead my lungs deeper and deeper into the liquid black that coats them up and down with the rising tide, I may not have sucked the air from her out. Exposing the world to another contaminant.

Stalking you with their eyes. They learned your moves, learned your secrets then got ready for carnage.

You , my love, are too pure a soul and their bite marks dug deep into your veins, drawing out all consciences.

The monsters dragged you and your heart around, throwing it up in the air, playing catch with its fangs, burying it with greed in haste.

The Monsters left you there to drown in the sticky mud, tainted by its poison. Dig deep my love, to find what it has taken from you.

I cradled the shattered and stripped pieces of flesh. 

Sheltered it and poured my tears on the wounds.

Every drop, infused with understanding and patience.

Walking the street with a dirty sky above, clouds blocking any light to be seen. Turning corner after corner, only to find no relief from the suffocating tar moving through my veins. I finally stumble over a dream, one I wish to live in forever.

A blurry vision of divinity. Lovers in picaresque tenderness. One reaches down to the other. One above, the Sky Dweller. One below, seated on the street. In the Street Dwellers hands: a heart. Broken, trampled on and bleeding. I watch as the Sky Lover lightly touches the Street Dweller's palm.

The Street Dweller flinches …only for a moment. Then the uncertainty of whether or not to trust, of whether or not this is passion or poison. The Street Dweller inches closer to the Sky Dweller who is bright with the kind of compassion only those who have knowledge of these sinful monstrosities could understand.

The Sky Dweller reaches for the pulsing muscle and sucks dry the drops falling slowly to the ground. They glow with an understanding of one another, soft and gentle. Slowly I feel euphoria, the enchanting warmth over taking my eyes, bringing tears, flowing, glowing.

But then...I feel my lungs start to shake. My chest and head beating like an angry drummer. The disease takes hold. My curse violently thrusts me back in a sudden panic. “Too Much, Too much!” It cries! 

The rising tar spews from my veins, and covers the scene before me. Building a wall between myself and the two lovers. It dulls the golden hues… and turns day back into darkness.

I try to see past the bubbling and festering toxin surrounding the picture, blocking my view from the beauty I had only once stumbled upon. I catch a fleeting glimpse of the two vessels entwined, melding minds, until the last of the peepholes fill and they're finally gone.

Pick yourself back up, there is much more to see tonight.