Burgundy lips and snowflakes.A Story by Kat LochHer lips were burgundy and almost looked as though her lips
were caked with dark blood. It differentiated most extraordinarily from her ashen
skin, lightly brushed with an array of faint freckles. She had dark eyes that forever took captive
each and every soul that dared to look within them long enough. They were
closed as she gently kissed the bare shoulder of the young man who lay half
encased with feather blankets. She herself was wrapped up with a thin blanket, veiling
the pale vessel, and chills graced her shoulders as the brisk, snowy wind tumbled
in through the open window and the curtains fluttered along with it. The man,
whose face was a light bronze and just barely covered with dark scruff, let out
a long sigh of content as his eyes closed and his fingertips seared across her
forearm. Snowflakes danced onto the bed
that lay on the hardwood floor, landing on the serene couple. His chest rose
and fell with deep breaths that painted a symphony on the silence that they
were adorned in. She listened to the music, orchestrating her own part, with the
rustling of blankets as she brought her legs up to her chest, but half across
his, and rested her head on his shoulder, her dark hair flowing like a river
across the mountain of blankets. Her fingers traced scars on his stomach,
strong to the core, and she could feel his body tense underneath her
fingertips. She took his gentle hand, weaving his long fingers with hers.
Another gust of wind blew in, dragging further snowflakes into the simple room,
and her eyelids fluttered to a close just before his did. A blanket of melancholy
sleep pulled over them, curled up against each other’s faintly quivering body. © 2012 Kat LochAuthor's Note
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Added on November 30, 2012 Last Updated on November 30, 2012 AuthorKat LochAboutI've learned my lessons and burned them into my heart. Here I am again, trying to live like no bad had ever happened and trying to reteach myself to forget and only hold onto what's actually going to .. more..Writing
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