The women I’ve touched. The women who’ve touched me. The women whose bodies are now so far from mine. The bodies I grasped, pulled inward, knew intimately. The bodies I drew warmth from.
I remember these bodies vividly. I see flashes of their hips, their thighs, their belly buttons. It all happens at once. All of it.
It’s us - when we wereus.
It seems so drastic, to shift from exchanging breath to exchanging glances. When did we stop breathing into each other?
I knew that the marks I left on your skin wouldn’t last. But I can’t help but see you without clothing or inhibition. Maybe that’s why you avoid me. Because your skin still stretches too thin.
Matt’s hands clenched around his cane. The magazine of the M249 slid open, the smell of gunpowder residue stronger as the remaining bullets fell on the table. “When she wakes up,” he said. “Who will she be?”
Matt could feel the other man’s hesitation. Copper stung his lungs as Bucky pulled off his bloody gloves, dropping them on the table next to the gun, and rounded the sofa to look down at the unconscious woman. Her breathing was even, shallow, and Bucky carefully plucked the blanket off the back of the couch to lay it across her. “She’ll be who she always was,” he said. “The beautiful, psychotic little bird we both made the mistake of falling in love with.”
Matt’s hands clenched around his cane. The magazine of the M249 slid open, the smell of gunpowder residue stronger as the remaining bullets fell on the table. “When she wakes up,” he said. “Who will she be?”
Matt could feel the other man’s hesitation. Copper stung his lungs as Bucky pulled off his bloody gloves, dropping them on the table next to the gun, and rounded the sofa to look down at the unconscious woman. Her breathing was even, shallow, and Bucky carefully plucked the blanket off the back of the couch to lay it across her. “She’ll be who she always was,” he said. “The beautiful, psychotic little bird we both made the mistake of falling in love with.”
