A work of Fiction

A Savagery Of Passion


We sat together in the middle of everything and nothing, the center of a midnight ocean. Anchored in our place, hands locked together for fear we would be torn our separate ways. Fearing the ocean of midnight ebony would break us away. Here, in the middle of nothing we were united in our solitude. As we stared to the horizon a shot of neon blue shattered the darkness. Our hands still locked together the light acted as a key, signaling my departure to be. As the locks of our hands released it was only to move to other skin. We clung to each other, desperately grasping at our coverings. As I went to leave, you pulled me in one last time. Lips colliding in fireworks of passion and desperation, a savagery of affection. I parted our skins, leaving the glow of what we started, as we stuttered verbose goodbyes. The light that shattered our night was coming closer, to take me. Your eyes glittered with sorrow as I rose and walked away, away from what had began. The neon streak stopped in front of where I waited, and soon claimed me. I left you, in the center of a midnight ocean. Alone with the remains of what we started that night.