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thedarksiren2We were together for mere seconds, teenagers lost in a moment of sexual primitives, ready to consume one another entirely and become lustful oblivion.
But we heard Her footsteps, and even in our youth we knew how this would taint both of our friendships with Her. We rushed to get dressed, and he aged before my eyes until we were who we really are IRL, and stood waiting by an unfamiliar stairwell as the footsteps multiplied and landed just outside the doorway, wiggling the handle.
We heard innocent giggling, and as the door opened, two small children came skipping in, laughing and playing, smiles from ear to ear to ears. Their bodies moved in slow-motion ripples, taunting us, hair waving in stillness as though a strange wind had penetrated the house and we were immune.
He said, "Ok, I'll take you two home now," and got his jacket and keys.
It was at this point I noticed how much I had changed; I began with jeans crumpled on the floor, perhaps a sweater, something simple and typical. Now I stood in full-fledged rivet-headed glory, monstrous boots with platforms and buckles everywhere, my hair black and dred-locked half-way down my back. I still felt like a teenager, and even in the dream something felt strange about having just fooled around with someone who was now almost twice my age.
He walked past me, the kids floating and laughing by, blowing bubbles and pinwheels. I followed, and we got into his Family Car. As I sat there, I noticed my legs were really cramped, so I put the seat back a bit, and stretched them out. All was well, although I felt very distant from him.
We stopped in a suburban paradise, and the children floated out of the door to find their mother. She was his ex, but her hair was too perfect, her smile too teethy. I hated her in the dream...he was worth more than this, yet he nodded for her to get into the car.
She opened the front door and frowned a horrible fire-engine-red-lipped frown. I looked up at her, a challenging teenage girl, insubordinate and apathetic. She sighed heavily, rolled her eyes, and got into the back of the car.
He became a background figure at this point. But she became a shape filled with unintelligible words. She was cramped because my seat was too far back, her stiletto heels bending her knees to an almost unnatural position. I sat ignoring her mostly, glaring out the window, watching a reflection that should have been mine, but instead I saw decayed barns and fields, dewy glass and misty stars.
She became more irritated, her body transforming into some agitated geometric shape...a line like a Z, only sitting like an N, and becoming more two-dimensional the angrier she was. Eventually, the form turned reds and oranges, yellows and spitting-hot metal. She was pissed-off at me...I was oblivious, lost & enjoying the reflections.
But we heard Her footsteps, and even in our youth we knew how this would taint both of our friendships with Her. We rushed to get dressed, and he aged before my eyes until we were who we really are IRL, and stood waiting by an unfamiliar stairwell as the footsteps multiplied and landed just outside the doorway, wiggling the handle.
We heard innocent giggling, and as the door opened, two small children came skipping in, laughing and playing, smiles from ear to ear to ears. Their bodies moved in slow-motion ripples, taunting us, hair waving in stillness as though a strange wind had penetrated the house and we were immune.
He said, "Ok, I'll take you two home now," and got his jacket and keys.
It was at this point I noticed how much I had changed; I began with jeans crumpled on the floor, perhaps a sweater, something simple and typical. Now I stood in full-fledged rivet-headed glory, monstrous boots with platforms and buckles everywhere, my hair black and dred-locked half-way down my back. I still felt like a teenager, and even in the dream something felt strange about having just fooled around with someone who was now almost twice my age.
He walked past me, the kids floating and laughing by, blowing bubbles and pinwheels. I followed, and we got into his Family Car. As I sat there, I noticed my legs were really cramped, so I put the seat back a bit, and stretched them out. All was well, although I felt very distant from him.
We stopped in a suburban paradise, and the children floated out of the door to find their mother. She was his ex, but her hair was too perfect, her smile too teethy. I hated her in the dream...he was worth more than this, yet he nodded for her to get into the car.
She opened the front door and frowned a horrible fire-engine-red-lipped frown. I looked up at her, a challenging teenage girl, insubordinate and apathetic. She sighed heavily, rolled her eyes, and got into the back of the car.
He became a background figure at this point. But she became a shape filled with unintelligible words. She was cramped because my seat was too far back, her stiletto heels bending her knees to an almost unnatural position. I sat ignoring her mostly, glaring out the window, watching a reflection that should have been mine, but instead I saw decayed barns and fields, dewy glass and misty stars.
She became more irritated, her body transforming into some agitated geometric shape...a line like a Z, only sitting like an N, and becoming more two-dimensional the angrier she was. Eventually, the form turned reds and oranges, yellows and spitting-hot metal. She was pissed-off at me...I was oblivious, lost & enjoying the reflections.
