Aimee
We lie in his bed and he starts kissing me, touching me, and holding me. He touches me, caresses me, and pulls me close to his chest. He strips me down, piece by piece.
His skin is pale, white as fresh fallen snow. His fangs are sharp as daggers. He is a vampire, creature of darkness.
We stand alone on the stage. There is no audience, We are alone. We were just rehearsing our act For the show in June, A comedy skit. But suddenly you stop, And look into my eyes.
Life. Change. Pain. Love. Science. Evolution. Faith. Belief. Peace. Death. Tumbling together in an eternal ellipse. Never pausing. Without one the others are nothing. For what is life without change.