My Alcoholic Ex-Boyfriend

The sliver moon grazes his pencil frame, catching colorless hair, brown to grey to green and continuing to her. His teeth bare innocently menacing, tongue lashing pearly white, part trying to taste the sensations of his guts, maybe even verbalize the black blue of discomfort, the uneasy nausea of old love half on and fading fast. But he remains silent, knowing well that there’s nothing left to say, and secretly savoring the sudden nectar warmth that fills him at once. Fingertips, belly, eyelids, bathed completely in the happy ignorance his two-for-one drink affords him. He pulls chapped lips over gums, playing vulnerable again, not letting onto his unyielding liquid shield. He downshifts his eyes hoping to detach himself from the conversation, the whole damn situation. Talking in circles, endless circles, feedback theories and probabilities that have been beaten to death by nagging looks, forced contact, daily phone calls. Reason was abandoned long ago, but they continue on, gnawing fearfully at the carnage that remains. They grew together to ultimately grow apart. His eyes scan her familiar figure. Arms tucked over chest in defense, black mascara trails revealing the exit strategies of final tears. Her foggy brown eyes sing uncertain and reckless. The hunger of an animal in captivity, conflicting tenderness rooted in first love, now overgrown with self-interest. Luke warm is the mutual sensation, lukewarm with a splash of confusion, a pinch of wanting things to be right again, maybe a secret wish that this had never happened.

My Alcoholic Ex-Boyfriend

Galen

Joined November 2007

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