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*COLD HANDS*
He came home sometime after midnight,only few short hours shy of day break.She lost the will to wait up for him after the clock had ushered in 30 past midnight.Her trouble mind sedated itself with thoughts of night before,all the endless years tucked away in a corner,only remembered when she needed reassurane.He always returned home.
The bed shiftes with his weight after he had snuck into the room as quitely as he could;almost like a thief in his own home.Not because he had something to hide.His silence was out of respect to the woman in their bed.With black eyes closed she heard him shuffle off his boots,unbuckle his belt,unzip his pants.They lattered to the floor.He ursed in his native tongue.Their bed shifted again as he slid under the covers behind her.Facing away from him,her eyes blinked open,waiting for him to speack.He reached out for her body.In the dark:he knew where to expect it,seeing her with his finger tips surrying under the covers.
"How's he(their son)?he finally breathed against the nape of her neck,where stray ginger strands tickled his nose.
"Sleeping"come her airy whisper.Her body shifted away from his.
"How was today?"
He clicked his tongue against pearl-white teeth."There have been worse days".His voice hissed through what once was a 100-watt smile.A million years ago.
The cold was spreading;She felt it trickle down her creamy thinghs,fluttering her kness,infecting her toes.Involutarily,her body trembled against his chest.He moved his hand up below the modest rise of her breast,overed by one of his hands.
"Would u stop?"her voice snapped shakily.The chills snaked up her spine,freezing her arms tucked under the curls of dim auburn.Her body desperetly sought the comfort of the fetal position,quivering in hopes of producing warmth.
"No"he replied firmly.
Means were streched,and they acarcely had a way make them meet.He'd taken on 3rd job.Bills came in every week;monet every month.
And some how,he managed to come home for a couple of hours.Only to rise for another job as soon as his head touched the pillow.
He could have left their miserable existene behind.Men like him did it every day.Leaving bas***d sons and daughters to grow up single mothers.Heaving fleeting romances as forms of vindication.Later on in their lives,repeating the vicious,self-destructive cycle down to the last strand of humanity.He stayed.
"Why Jagat?"She inquired to what even sh was unsure.
His hands became tought against her waist.Heat seeped into them from the cinnamoun kissed skin 4layers deep in nest of covers that had taken his whole of covers that had taken his whole work shift to warm.
But he didn't have to answer.By then he was room temperature.His cold hands a brief glint in the moonlight."J"all he can said before sleeping behind her,His snores kissing the curls of her hair.It was so much easier,to give into him then,to give into this life.Now that his hands were warm in the tender hours before world came alive.
THE END
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He came home sometime after midnight,only few short hours shy of day break.She lost the will to wait up for him after the clock had ushered in 30 past midnight.Her trouble mind sedated itself with thoughts of night before,all the endless years tucked away in a corner,only remembered when she needed reassurane.He always returned home.
The bed shiftes with his weight after he had snuck into the room as quitely as he could;almost like a thief in his own home.Not because he had something to hide.His silence was out of respect to the woman in their bed.With black eyes closed she heard him shuffle off his boots,unbuckle his belt,unzip his pants.They lattered to the floor.He ursed in his native tongue.Their bed shifted again as he slid under the covers behind her.Facing away from him,her eyes blinked open,waiting for him to speack.He reached out for her body.In the dark:he knew where to expect it,seeing her with his finger tips surrying under the covers.
"How's he(their son)?he finally breathed against the nape of her neck,where stray ginger strands tickled his nose.
"Sleeping"come her airy whisper.Her body shifted away from his.
"How was today?"
He clicked his tongue against pearl-white teeth."There have been worse days".His voice hissed through what once was a 100-watt smile.A million years ago.
The cold was spreading;She felt it trickle down her creamy thinghs,fluttering her kness,infecting her toes.Involutarily,her body trembled against his chest.He moved his hand up below the modest rise of her breast,overed by one of his hands.
"Would u stop?"her voice snapped shakily.The chills snaked up her spine,freezing her arms tucked under the curls of dim auburn.Her body desperetly sought the comfort of the fetal position,quivering in hopes of producing warmth.
"No"he replied firmly.
Means were streched,and they acarcely had a way make them meet.He'd taken on 3rd job.Bills came in every week;monet every month.
And some how,he managed to come home for a couple of hours.Only to rise for another job as soon as his head touched the pillow.
He could have left their miserable existene behind.Men like him did it every day.Leaving bas***d sons and daughters to grow up single mothers.Heaving fleeting romances as forms of vindication.Later on in their lives,repeating the vicious,self-destructive cycle down to the last strand of humanity.He stayed.
"Why Jagat?"She inquired to what even sh was unsure.
His hands became tought against her waist.Heat seeped into them from the cinnamoun kissed skin 4layers deep in nest of covers that had taken his whole of covers that had taken his whole work shift to warm.
But he didn't have to answer.By then he was room temperature.His cold hands a brief glint in the moonlight."J"all he can said before sleeping behind her,His snores kissing the curls of her hair.It was so much easier,to give into him then,to give into this life.Now that his hands were warm in the tender hours before world came alive.
THE END
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