Page 109 of Architecti
Rage.
And spontaneous loss.
A coldness settles in my limbs.Then a sharp clarity as I’m freed from the burden of love.Of a life dependent on another.Of the obsessive need to serve her.
Her whims, needs and desires.
It’s freedom.
I cling to it, knowing freedom will bring me joy.I cling to it even as my cooling heart betrays me.And fuck, I cling to it despite reality leaking down my cheeks in giant rivulets.
It is only now, when her body settles on the bed and both of them are panting, that their energy dips low enough to feel the frothing presence of my rage.
Aurelia’s eyes open.
One beat.
She stares at this other woman, lust thick and heavy in her eyes.
Two beats.
She tenses.A growing awareness that something is wrong.The woman draws her tongue in one long final lick over Aurelia’s cunt.
Three beats.
Aurelia tenses, her eyes slowly drawing across the room to meet mine.
She screams.Shuffles back away from the woman, desperately trying to cover her swollen pussy.
Like that matters.
Like hiding her nakedness can erase what’s seared into my mind.
She covers her mouth.
I laugh.
Fold my arms.
Wait.
As if she can say something that will fix this.I don’t want it fixed.
Not now.
Not ever.
She opens her mouth, the faintest hiss of a word.
“Don’t,” I bark.
She’s crying now.And I’m laughing harder.I must look like a psychopath.Hysterical, mouth open like the maw of a lion, all teeth and fury.Head kicked back, leaning against the doorway.
The woman is scrambling now, pulling clothes on and scurrying away.Like her leaving will make it better.
But I’m in the doorway.
She approaches.There’s no other way out.She has to go past me.I must hold murder in my eyes because she trembles as she nears me.
