Her features were almost child-like. Her big brown eyes reflected the moon. Her lips curved in a smile. The leather corset she was wearing emphasized her breasts and waist and slowly turned into a skirt. She held her hand to him and he saw blood on her palms.
His phone rang right then. He reached for it and when he turned back, she was gone. Half an hour later he fell asleep again.
He dreamed she was there again, kissing him, her hair cascading in her naked body and hiding her breasts…
The alarm clock forced him out of his dream. He spent the whole day thinking about her and hoped he’d see her tonight again. He came home late. He didn’t want to turn on the lights. The hope that she is already here waiting for him was light enough…
He opened the bedroom door and saw her – her big eyes, the irresistible lips, the leather corset and skirt, her soft hair cascading to her waist.
- Who are you? – he asked.
- Come… - she smiled, and like the night before held her bloody hand to him – Come. Don’t be scared.
He sat on the bed and touched her cheek. She did the same leaving a bloody trail on his face. Her hand went down his chest and stopped right where his heart was. He took her chin and kissed her.
He felt her hands on his back and then her nails tearing his shirt. He slipped his hands on her back looking for the corset’s laces. He felt two wounds – one on every shoulder-blade and backed away from her.
- Who are you?
- Who do you want me to be?
He smiled and kissed her again. He continued his search for the laces on her back. She took his hands off her and took the corset and skirt of and leaned in the bed. She smiled.
He lay next to her and she wrapped her legs around him. He was caressing her back and kissing her breasts. He felt more wounds on her spine, and the symmetric two on her shoulder-blades.
***
He was lying in her arms. He felt her skin on his face, he felt the leather of the corset too. She was caressing his head as a mother would caress her child’s. He looked at her face and she smiled and kissed him. He backed away and looked at her with wild eyes. He felt pain in his chest and looked down – her hand to the wrist was in his chest. He felt how she tightened the grip around his heart.
- Who are you?
She wasn’t smiling anymore.
- I was an angel once.
- Tell me, how did your wings got broken?
- I broke them myself.
- How did your spine…
- This was the punishment from the other angels for my broken wings.
- How did your tongue got split?
- I split it myself.
She pulled her hand sharply and he saw his own heart in her hand. She got off the bed and stood in front of the window, facing the dying man. The last thing he saw was her, as he saw her the first time, holding his heart and the blood dripping from her hand…
"Tell me now how your wings got broken...
Tell me now how your spine got whipped by leather...
Tell me now how your tongue got split..."
18.12.2007
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