She stood at the corner furthest from the surrounding dimmed light shinning through her satin covers. Her reflection, her shadows bouncing off each four walls provoking and calling me closer towards her.
“She’s nothing,”
Two words, just two simple words I try to convince myself each playing with my next movements, and yet the further I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. The closer my body was pushed into boundaries, limits I had never thought to overcome.
Her eyes never met my gaze, yet I knew she was watching me. She knew what I wanted. The touch of her perfect skin brought me into a spiralling daze. I handled each movement with precise, subtle care.
I was close, so close to the one who intervened with every vision.
"She’s nothing" my mind screamed.
I turned and before she had time to move from her satin covers, into the authenticity of her surrounding humanity.
I was gone..
