Disillusion

To love is so startling it leaves... 

Tightly sealed mouths in embrace. 

Blinding luminous windows. 

Uneven ripples in her core.

Brazen beastmarks on hands. 

Tear stains on her cheeks. 

Desperate snakes infuse more poison.

Her hero in the mirror has  become immune.

Disillusionment. 

The same hurried fanatical whisper. 

Screaming sentences. 

Reticent song of her opinion.

Suppression of her view, darkly veiled from the whiteness. 

Force feeding her reticent mournful dirge. 

Nourishing his dominance. 

Raised written memories on her wrists.

Rimy feet, frozen shoulders. 

A petrified soul learns to free herself.

Turn the imminent into the stupefaction.

The choice of all oblivious is paradise. 

Blind to hands, pale knuckles and calloused fingertips.

Deaf to begging screams.

Tasteless to salted plasma.

Numb to all, however, disenchantment reigns. 

He growled incoherently. 

She wakes. 

Reviews

[Thaddius]

Somehow this reminds me of, and I know the word is questionable so don't hate me for saying it - an Emo snow white. I only say this because I think the concept, (or if not that, just your use of language) works so well in this. The hero in the mirror, the themes of dominance and death and the visceral language, the evolution of your suffering... it's really effective. It's alive and brimming with articulately warped thoughts, or thoughts about warped thoughts. The beginning conjures an image in my head of the world frozen in it's last moment as a nuclear bomb goes off. It pops for me and sets my head spinning