Today, she needed the silence, more than any other day. The
chaos around her made little impression on her. It is however, the ache
somewhere deep inside, that needed her attention. Earlier, she had surprised herself
by sliding into uncharted emotions, in haste. The soft quick-sand of passion, cushioned
her as it drew her more into the sink hole of turgidity. Once the hard reality
hit her, she woke up sorely, clutching the still warm sand that quickly slipped
through her fingers leaving a coarseness that she was unaccustomed to. She
sighed, trying to gather her thoughts. Why should it hurt at all, she wonders. The
pleasure was so fleeting that she would have missed it, had she bothered to
blink. The shadows of intimacy lay around her in shards of a broken mirror,
reflecting the truth that she was too late to see. Why did she always demand
so little and gave everything in return. Perhaps because there is no cure for stupidity.
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