I am obsessed. I am obsessed with the feeling of your name on my tongue. It stains my mouth in red, leaving behind a taste of want and need. It’s imprinted on my brain, the ridges soft and falling away. In the moments of quiet the want consumes me and I can think of little else. The blood that rushes through my body flows at a rhythm that you dictate, my pulse rate increases as I touch the places where you touched that night. My touch does not leave behind the burn that yours did, but extinguish the flame inside me. I replay the night we bathed my bedsheets in sweat, the early morning sky lighting up behind us, revealing a new haven in the form of our bodies moving together. I couldn't stop touching you then, and I can’t stop touching me now. Thoughts of you seep into my conscious, taking form in my memories. My eyes flutter open, I am alone.
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Alejandra Pascual
A screenwriter with too many thoughts and a love of prose.
I'll write about anything that sparks something inside me. In this moment, an organised chaos.
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