The Beautiful Face of Death (841 hits)
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Submitted by goferforhire <goferforhire.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2007-01-07 12:49:01 EST
*Author's Note: The picture at the end of this post may be considered nsfw.*
I can remember a place where her hair blended with the straw, where we stepped forth from our coffins to embrace the anonymity and mediocrity of our lives and everything was cautiously peaceful. I can remember the scars across her back stretching toward the sky as she screamed at it's blank, blithe expanse. I can remember my eyes widening with the disappointing wonder of contentment. I can remember the two of us lying back, sated and silent in the shadows of her parents barn, graying sunlight shooting dustily through the cracks in the jagged wooden ceiling. I can remember a great many things, but none of them sting with the stench of failure so much as the sight of her, pierced with spears of sun and screaming in the moment of her death.
She told me she was dead, and I believed her. She spoke of heart murmurs and spiritual distress, of the society she lived in and its consistent failure to adapt to her needs, and as she spoke I watched the gray of her eyes focus and unfocus, sending the little black flecks spinning like someone had skipped a rock across a pond covered in leaves. Her eyes faced mine and mirrored their deadpan gleam as she breathed out her problems in a tiny puff of noise. I smiled as her pupils dilated and her face grew distant. The wind accomodated her depression, pushing the hair from her face and twirling it behind her, granting her an almost artistic look of sorrow.
"I've always been dead," she whispered, "from the minute I was born."
I waited for her to finish, as her mouth paused and her eyes glazed with the weight and breadth of the thought at hand.
"Death," she continued, "is a constant state. There is no end but death, and no life that does not end. Every moment this is true, every moment we will die and so every moment we are dead."
"Am I dead?" I asked her, hoping my eyes mirrored my curiosity.
"Of course you're not," she said and stared me straight in the eyes. In that moment I loved her so completely that my heart very nearly collapsed on its ventricles, that my lungs nearly burst, releasing a final delicate gasp into her astonished face. She continued, "You're not because you're breathing the air, and you're taking the sunlight, and you're looking at me and you're..." She trailed off then with a slight whimper. The gray in her eyes twitched toward the center of her face and stuck there and she held a position of frustrated concentration for a second, before pushing out her lips to their fullest, most beautiful pout.
I couldn't contain myself then. I leaned in towards her and kissed her slowly, leaning into her face which, for a few precious moments, held its gorgeous confusion. Slowly, she abandoned the thought for the moment, sliding into the kiss with caution that bordered on desperation, wrapping arms and legs around me to hold us both steady. The kiss had a natural lifespan, a life and a death and as we buried it, easing apart but leaving our foreheads connected, down to the bridge of the nose, I can remember her shedding a single tear for its passing.
Without a word, we celebrated its death in the only way we knew how at the time, the only way she ever knew. Eyes locked, fragments of sun shooting through the walls and the ceiling and framing us as though we lay precariously entwined in frigid shards of glass, I caught the certainty in her expression and began slowly and methodically unbuttoning her shirt. As she lay back into the earth, her beautiful golden hair blended with the straw and her face froze in her longing for death. I kissed her once before settling into her, life and death molding into one simultaneous existence, an expression of our incompatibility that writhed and moaned like a dragon swallowing its own tail. We were time, then, spinning together as the sun moved slowly across the ceiling at our combined whim. We spanned the entire universe in a matter of feet, rolling with the pace of the tides.
We climaxed together as the sun came to its zenith, my hands tracing the deep etches in her back from some unknown terror as though I were winding the hands of a clock. Her naked eyes stood unfocused and pointed towards the sky and her body shone with the reflected grimace of the sun. We lay in silence; her, staring intently at the sun shooting through the ceiling and me, watching her breathe and wondering what was so different about her body, what seperated life and death, love from time, me from her. As we waited, trapped in the moment as the sun continued to move beyond our control, her breathing slowed and shallowed to the point where I could almost believe her, where I could almost imagine that she was truly dead and that I was here, alive, without her.
At length she rose, naked as the day she was born, and walked calmly into the center of the barn, where the beams of sunlight converged in one place. In my daze, I thought I saw the light pass through her. Her back arched, her head tilted upwards and I heard her sigh in the dead silence of the afternoon.
She turned her upper body to look at me, smiled, blew me a kiss and whispered-
"There is no greater love than the dead for the living, the living for the dead. We are bound together. We are permanent... we are-"
She trailed off, eyes narrowing once again in confusion.
As though in slow motion, her face twisted into surprise, her eyes rolled back into her skull and she collapsed into the earth, where her hair blended into the earth and she was silent and absent as death. I crawled to her, she disappeared into my arms and I held her still and motionless form, weeping slow tears that dropped into her perfect face and refused to move or dissapate. I held her through the night, rocking her back and forth like a stillborn child.
In the morning, my bleary eyes beheld hers, open and unfocused, staring at the shafts of light that crept through the cracks in the ceiling.
"I am dead." She whispered, "I have always been dead, from the minute I was born."
And the cycle began anew.
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Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2007-01-23 08:32:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Plus fucking two for this comment: http://www.ubersite.com/m/97936#2286009
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2007-01-22 21:24:43 EST (#)
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omg u is a virginzzzz
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-01-08 16:45:26 EST (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-01-08 15:49:05 EST (#)
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good.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-01-08 09:02:50 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Timmaaaaah (user info) at 2007-01-08 06:44:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
ive spent ages thinking what to type.......Hang on anyone want to adopt me
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2007-01-07 22:49:24 EST (#)
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Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:52:43 (#)
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Submitted by Lisa (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:20:27 (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
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Seriously?
Because your shitty writing it so much better?
God you're a bitch.
^^^^^^^^^
And she's also a piggy.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-01-07 17:47:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
worth reading. and the pic isn't that bad.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2007-01-07 17:00:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I guess if you're not part of the club, your opinion doesn't matter.
Submitted by lechuza (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:59:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:52:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Lisa (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:20:27 (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
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Seriously?
Because your shitty writing it so much better?
God you're a bitch.
Submitted by Lisa (user info) at 2007-01-07 16:20:27 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-01-07 15:01:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:54:22 EST (#)
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Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:38:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*salutes*
that's me!
*swoosh of cape*
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:19:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thank you Coley, you marvelous servant of justice you.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:18:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
annnd you're welcome.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:18:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Bring it up up
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2007-01-07 14:15:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Does not deserve a -2.
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2007-01-07 13:53:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You might have considered reading before skimming to the bottom. If you don't pay attention, yeah, tough shit. If it was really bad I would have warned harder.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2007-01-07 13:46:25 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
*Author's Note: The picture at the end of this post may be considered nsfw.*
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Tough shit for the people that needed to know before clicking the link, huh?