martes, 10 de agosto de 2010

Mini cuento…

I WAS AN ANGEL THAT HAD FALLEN, SINNED…BELOVED.


All this fire inside, my breath stops, I feel depressed, I feel absorbed ….by your skin by your breath…I feel you so near I can wait I feel you, feel you…almost into me. I can understand now that phrase that says that angels fall first. In all their kindness, in all their love, they go with feelings to the extreme. What will be of them when eroticism closes their eyes and they don't see the light? , when their eyes are full of desire???


All that passion that lives on them, besides the rules of the Lord awake, shout them with thunder voice: "you mustn't" ¡¡ but they just feel that burning fire inside devouring them…swallowed by that passion…bathed in desire…when their pure and smooth skin is touched, licked…they feel the temperature high and low…they feel fresh, but suddenly their wings break the Lord cries their fall…their sin…Oh my Lord forgive my sin I wish I've never done it…I feel no more milk skinned but full of mud. My insanity is now my kind of life…I believe I will be, after this…the same...the same angel of you, My Lord…I beg forgiveness I want my wings back, repaired; a new opportunity, I need my purity again before I shed my skin and wash my sin with blood and fire…to burn my skin, burn it… until it feels new, without those fingertips touching my skin…I feel so impure I wish I'll be dead, I still feel his skin on mine. I wish I could find the reason why, I put myself in risk, my purity…and now I feel used because I'm not for him what it is supposed to be…



I take a look into the mirror and there's an angel-face looking sadly at me…her tears are a deep blue…her wings are broken…and her hair is now a deep black…her eyes are full of confusion…of sadness, of blackness. She tries to open her mouth in order to give an explanation for the way she acted, but no words are spelled, not pronounced, her guilty stop her to do anything now. She is afraid nobody will call her an angel again…I wish death…I'm almost dying…the angel in the mirror waits for her judgment and begs mercy for the one that has created her…the memories of that night reminds her of hell and her worst enemy…she pray her last pray the one of the punishment for sinners there is no escape now; she will wait for the sentence of her creator, of her Lord…she has lost everything she had just because one night and her desire…


Tears spread all around, they become into little poisonous insects; all of them biting her in every place they can reach. I believed that after this my soul will be resting in relief. Instead I feel alone again only if I have you next to me whispering my name, telling me how great I am, maybe all this awful thoughts would go away…and maybe I could sleep.

My name is now glistening … giving off poor light. I no longer shine. All my strength and my power against the enemy just disappear.

I'm destroyed, no longer exist…remember me as the angel that fall. Defeated by your words, by your sight, by your kisses and your strokes…

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

thanks