Viking Girl Scribbles

like the pieces of a puzzle my body made into being by your hands breaking apart in ecstasy carefully reconstructed   we play the game over and over mapping each other’s countries erasing boundaries drawing new lines in the sand hush now baby let your hands do all the talking taking me over the edge  

The dragons of morning breathe fire across the sky. Silvery wings blotting out lingering stars. Roars of victory as the sun burns away the night. Stalking the horizon in endless battle. 

tell me how sorry you are how you're going to mend my broken heart  show me how you cover the lies in gold and lust  hide behind your mask  make me believe you give me nothing and have me think it's everything  cover me with dust  have me fall and stumble and tumble into a bottomless pit  mend me only to break me again

the light in his eyes so bright it hurts to look at addictive joie de vivre coming off him in waves closing my eyes soaking up his laughter wondering if he tastes of sunshine holding on to my misery his voice coaxing me asking me to look at him his fire burns me flames of ecstatic pain sifting through the ashes  my heart forever lost 

Our eyes meet. Over cups of coffee. Standing on the street. Your collar turned up to protect you from the cold. A bashful smile. We look away. Try to listen to the one we’re with. My mittens soaking up the heat from the paper coffee cup. It becomes a game. Who will catch the other looking. Who will blush first. Our eyes lock and we are the only ones in the world. Coffees forgotten. Turning cold. The January sun setting.  A final smile before life drags us away in opposite directions.

winter. every breath hurts my lungs. pale. the colour of my skin. whispers. your voice on the phone late at night. bright. a world covered in snow. cold. my lonely hands. white. slowly covering my tracks. fire. burning me inside. sun.  a promise of light in lingering darkness.

snowflakes falling. so slow. so thickly. obscuring my view. the only sound. the creaking of snow beneath my boots. blinding white fields. dark woods enveloped in cotton. my heart bleeding. bloody tracks swiftly covered. no one will come looking. i can wander lost. forever. at home. house lies in darkness. you’re crying by yourself. i’ve tasted your tears too often. there is no forgiveness in them. anymore.  your clothes. still smell of alcohol and cigarettes. and another. last time you promised. last time was to be the last time. i’ve lost count. of the others. there aren’t enough snowflakes.  i can still see where i’m going.