The Stone
I laughingly asked you to lift me off the ground, and regretted it seconds later when you fell to your knees from my weight. When I asked if you were alright, you selflessly lied to me and said you were fine.
And I can't tell you how much it hurt me, to see you in pain later that evening.
Because we didn't stop walking, the stone wedged itself deeper. Deeper in your knee, and deeper in my unforgiving conscience. I cannot forgive myself, for having to watch you in so much pain, knowing I caused it.
Your face twisted with pain, your lips silently howled, as I explored your wound with the sharp end of a needle. This gift of trust you bequeathed to me, I am holding to my bosom in the softest embrace. You trusted me as a child trusts her mother. You trusted that I could rid your body of that alien intruder. I don't deserve it, but I treasure it.
In the end, the stone wasn't a stone, but a glass shard. Worried that there could be more, what if it had broken into tinier pieces?, I kissed your bleeding skin, and suctioned out the blood. I remember that look of amazement on your face, as I did it not once, but twice. You tasted of metal and sugar...
-Jacqueline
And I can't tell you how much it hurt me, to see you in pain later that evening.
Because we didn't stop walking, the stone wedged itself deeper. Deeper in your knee, and deeper in my unforgiving conscience. I cannot forgive myself, for having to watch you in so much pain, knowing I caused it.
Your face twisted with pain, your lips silently howled, as I explored your wound with the sharp end of a needle. This gift of trust you bequeathed to me, I am holding to my bosom in the softest embrace. You trusted me as a child trusts her mother. You trusted that I could rid your body of that alien intruder. I don't deserve it, but I treasure it.
In the end, the stone wasn't a stone, but a glass shard. Worried that there could be more, what if it had broken into tinier pieces?, I kissed your bleeding skin, and suctioned out the blood. I remember that look of amazement on your face, as I did it not once, but twice. You tasted of metal and sugar...
-Jacqueline
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