Status: complete :)
Succubus.
The One and Only.
My first thought when I woke was that I was hungry. Not merely my lack of breakfast caused yearning, but my need for something more. I knew the only thing in the fridge was milk, and probably not in a drinkable state so my collapsed position on the couch withheld. I feel empty. A hollow container. As if I have been gutted.
I'm hopeful. That something will fill me again with the life I once had. Pour back in the iridescent fuel of life into the scuffed jar that is me.
I'm delusional in thinking that the way I want things to be and the way they are will ever be the same. I'm reminded every time I look out the window.
Across the street is where the crisp white BMW is parked. Her beamer. Her new man, my new neighbor. She follows him to porch, only dressed in his white collared shirt, that hardly covers her steamy thighes. She kisses him good-bye like she used to send away me. Her amber speckled eyes don't even drift to my window. I wonder if they even have to, or if she can sense the heartbreak disease in the air.
Succubus.
I'm hopeful. That something will fill me again with the life I once had. Pour back in the iridescent fuel of life into the scuffed jar that is me.
I'm delusional in thinking that the way I want things to be and the way they are will ever be the same. I'm reminded every time I look out the window.
Across the street is where the crisp white BMW is parked. Her beamer. Her new man, my new neighbor. She follows him to porch, only dressed in his white collared shirt, that hardly covers her steamy thighes. She kisses him good-bye like she used to send away me. Her amber speckled eyes don't even drift to my window. I wonder if they even have to, or if she can sense the heartbreak disease in the air.
Succubus.