Such A Cruel Mistress

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She is, looking upon it in a certain light, such a cruel mistress.

You breathe her in and smell her essence, until her life reflects upon your breath. She lies next to you and lets your mask slip, slowly, until you think it's gone. You fall asleep with her in her warm embrace.

Then you awake.

And she's gone.

But you will see her again...

You cross each others paths eventually. She smiles at you coyly and you have to breathe her in once more, let her reflect upon your soul once more. You want that mask gone because its weight is unbearable to withstand on your own. So you make your move and feel your lips touch lightly until the feeling revives itself, noticeably weaker, and you lay with her. The hot warm essence of her self coming out with every breath. You can sleep once again, with no worries about anything.

Then you awake.

And she's gone.

And you need to see her again.

You will see her again.

It happens again, your paths cross with a regular interval at this point. The guilty pleasure and realization you felt at the beginning has become nothing more than a disgusting habit. You realize now that the mask never slipped. Your lips touch once more with a passing regularity. You realize now that the hot breath is nothing more than your own expelling the dangerous toxins of relief. The mask, you still feel it, there it is, never gone but maybe dissolving. Maybe turning into something else. You lay with her and your stomach contorts all too used to the abuse she's given you but the comfort is god given.

You awake.

She's gone. She always is.

Your mask is there but it's hardened and contorted into something nearly unrecognizable. What is it that you represent anymore. You cant tell. Could you ever?

You don't want to see her again.

But you will...

She is, in a certain light, such a cruel mistress.


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'Well yore concern is touchin'; mighty touchin'... But thiz here's the greates' an' fines' country ever was or ever will be, yessir. Ain't no needa be afriad for her. Juz 'cause she openza gates to th' stars, that don' mean ever'man steps though emz gonna climb that high. All 'merica does is show th' way. Whole pointa thiz country, 'cept most folks're too blinda see it.' "
-Preacher