truelove | e l i s s a

apparition

Posted on May 16, 2016 by e l i s s a

It was almost midnight when a snowstorm hit the village. Every living creature took shelter; animals in their grottoes, humans in their dwellings.

All… except for her.

There she is sitting on a bench, cigarette between her purplish fingers, eyes closed, trembling, breathing into frozen air as if it were her first time taking breath, or maybe her last… The snow is covering her figure as a mother’s womb covers a child…

“Are you trying to kill yourself lady?”

She opens her eyes, no one’s there. The stranger must be behind her. She doesn’t move one muscle or respond, closes her eyes again, thinking it must be an auditory hallucination caused by the severe cold.

“Lady. You alright?”, he utters as he places his hand on her shoulder.

Her body finally reacts, her soul awakens. Eyes wide open, she swiftly stands up and turns around. She’s not dreaming. His touch was real, so was his voice, and now his strangely angelic presence facing her quivering body. She wants to say “I’m fine” but the words never leave her mouth. Instead she’s just standing there staring at him, amazed. They are both somehow entranced, looking one another in the eye, eyes that seem to have found home….

Minutes of infinity later she asks:

“are you God or man?”

He says:

“for you I’ll be both”.

the end

one pearl away

Posted on July 28, 2015 by e l i s s a

Her belly.
She was staring at her belly.
What’s in there? She wondered.
A little angel or some fierce desire?
Oh. Wine.
Where was she anyway?
Next to whom? All alone?
Ah there he is. That man she had shared a bed with the night before.
The moonlight steals a light from her soul, making its appearance.
As the young man approaches, she wonders if he is hers.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?”
She keeps staring at him, as if he were merely a silhouette, or a visiting spirit.
“Honey, please say something.”
And yet all she could do is look into his eyes, searching for something she cannot quite find.
He sits on the bed next to her, tears climbing up his eyes, seeking release.
What can he possibly do? He thought and thought. No clue.
She is still staring at him in the most violent way there is.
“My love, come back. Come back to me.”
She’s thinking about the day they met, the moment this stranger pierced her life and left a mark untraceable and yet untamable.
Something, somewhere, sometime, was immensely engraved in her heart, images of this man chaotically plugged into one vein, the only vein that is left of life’s memory.
Hopeless, he decides to close his eyes for just a minute, desperate to grasp the key he needed tonight to get his woman back.
A shiver from down his spine up his throat utters:
“My Pearl.”
She swiftly smiles, taking her eyes off his, sheltering them in her palms, exhaustedly relieved; then says:
“Paul… It’s you…” She had to start crying otherwise the world would end.
He grabbed her hands, his face finally lit alive, and kissed them both passionately.
“Your words can heal a whole world’s drunkenness.” She murmurs into his neck. “Your eyes unveil the universe’s hunger for love”
“Our love.” He interrupts.
Words float out of her mouth, “Now hold me. Hold me before the sun goes up again and all that matters drowns within life’s ills. Forever is now. Forever is us.”
He glances at the moonlight, doubting that the piece it had taken from her soul really was a loss after all…