Paralyzed in Cold Sheets
She closes her eyes, hoping to see anything except his face. She can
feel his heavy weight upon her like a burden. She pushes him, as a last desperate
attempt to see if he will feel her … but it’s all in vain.
They are united in the closest way that could ever bring two bodies
together … yet, each one of them remained in his own world. Souls apart, their
hearts are so distant in her eyes. She shuts her eyes even harder as if that
would prevent her from feeling anything anymore… but disgust saturates her. She
lowers her arms on the bed, which seemed cold with her sadness, finally admitting
that she no longer has the power to resist him. Yet, he doesn’t seem to care
less to look for the arms of his wife to hold him.
She had her eyes fixed upon him but her repulsion grew more intense that
she could no longer see him … he was another man. She turned her head staring
at the naked wall of her bedroom, and watched it narrowing more and more to end
up enclosing on her lungs. The rest of her body seemed paralyzed and numb,
exactly like her thoughts.
He was soon done, and as usual didn’t take much time, but this moment
just seemed so long and infinite with the torture of her moaning soul. He gets
up to take his shower while she remains dead in the coldness of her bed sheets
… she covers her nude body not to see the traces of this humiliating and
degrading act. He says that he had made love to her. But she says that he had
just proven her his hate.
Mira