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The Sweet Becomes Rotten

He looks at her with such wonder, as if she is the creator. The one who fills his heart with so much desire, so much so that it's hard to breathe.

By Lucero Chavez RiveraPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Salome (1903) by Edvard Munch

She gazes at him, the man whose eyes are creased at the sides, telling a story of his smiling youth.

He looks at her with such wonder, as if she is the creator. The one who fills his heart with so much desire, so much so that it's hard to breathe.

Sickness begins here.

The sweet becomes rotten.

Her beauty is still pure and lovely, her smile lingers with him like a hook.

He needs her, she knows.

Her heart beats slower now, her breathing becoming labored, her eyes lose their light.

A single caress against his cheek before her hand becomes cold.

He needs her.

He talks to the air and they call him mad.

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Lucero Chavez Rivera

I write about common thoughts people are afraid of saying out loud, short stories about odd moments in my life, and, at times, fiction.

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